#red skull x captain america

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Marvel Heroes and Villains

By Vinz el Tabanas

[thevondoom62]

Learn now why they call him the Master of Magnetism!

[thedrunkenminstrel]

[holy-shit-comics]

[awkwardauthorwrites]

Soldiers

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst. SO SAD. Character death.

A/N: Previously on awkward-author. Quotes written in bold are from series 4 of Sherlock. Episode 3, I think? This whole thing was inspired by the soldiers quote, so thanks Moffat.

“It’s just a routine mission.”

Y/N groaned as she slowly started to come around. 

“We’ll be in and out, we just need to get the intel.”

Her first thought was that Thor, for some reason, had hit her over the head with Mjölnir. 

“Buck, you and I will go inside. Y/N, think you can handle being our lookout?” Steve asked.

The second was that she was definitely not in bed or asleep on the Quinjet.

“Got it,” she nodded, a serious look on her face. “You and Bucky will go inside and get the information. I’ll sit up in a tree, making no noise and pretending I don’t exist.”

The third was that her hands were bound behind her back with a cable tie.

“I’ll be fine, Buck,” Y/N laughed and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I promise.”

Sitting up slowly, Y/N assessed her surroundings quietly so as not to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t see much in the dark cell, but there was definitely a slumped over mass in the opposite corner of the room. 

“Stay safe, doll.”

The cold, concrete ground was unforgiving beneath her, making her limbs protest in pain as she got to her feet haphazardly. The only source of light in the cell came from a tiny window which was too high up for her to reach while she was tied up. Moonlight trickled in weakly, barely illuminating the room. Bare, concrete walls boxed her in and a single obscenely large and heavy-looking metal door kept her trapped. 

“Right back at you, Sarge.”

A lightbulb swung above her, propelled by the cool breeze blowing in through the barred window. She made quick work of removing the tie, before using her hands to feel the walls carefully, looking for a light switch as she carefully avoided the body in the corner. She didn’t know if the individual was dead or alive, but until she found out if they were dangerous it was best not to wake them. Her fingers stumbled across a bump in the otherwise smooth wall and she pressed the button hesitantly, only to relax once the light flickered on.

“Steve!” Y/N dashed over to the figure and checked his pulse. Sighing in relief as it beat steadily under her fingers, she rolled him onto his back and shook him gently. “Are you alright?”

“Y/N?” he let out a pained grunt as he pushed himself up into a sitting position as best as he could with his own tied limbs. “I’m okay,” he grimaced at his own words and turned his blue eyes to her in worry. “Are you?”

“Fine,” she repeated his words with an unconvincing nod. 

“Any clue where we might be?” Steve snapped the cable tie effortlessly and slumped against a wall before he looked around the bare cell. Somehow, with the lights on, it looked even more desolate and intimidating. 

“Not one.” She tried not to focus on the dark stains on the walls which could only come from one thing.

“Bucky?”

“Not here.”

“He’s okay. He’s a fighter.”

“I know,” she gave him a small, proud smile before slowly getting to her feet. “Now, let’s get out of here and find our man.” Steve forced out a chuckle at her words, but pulled himself to his feet nonetheless to join her.

Y/N had barely taken a step towards the door before it swung open soundlessly. Two men walked inside with large guns in their hands, spurring Steve to stand in front of her protectively. A third followed after he was given the all-clear, and although Y/N didn’t recognise him, Steve clearly did considering how much his back stiffened.

“You’re awake! I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been watching you sleep.” The man grinned at them both, his smile coming across as slightly psychotic as he gestured to a camera on the upper-hand corner of the room. “I was afraid my men had hit you a little too hard over the head, Captain. Of course, I told them to aim for your back, I wouldn’t want to ruin your charming good looks.” His eyes flickered to Y/N, her small frame half-hidden behind Steve’s large one. “And you must be Y/N, I’ve heard so much about you.” Peering around Steve’s shoulder, Y/N looked at the German man stood in front of her. His sharp facial features looked eerily familiar, but it was the red skin that covered his face which gave him away.

“Good to see you too, German Voldemort,” she gave him a fake smile and watched in amusement as his fingers twitched in barely concealed anger. 

“Schmidt,” Steve greeted the man in a clipped tone. He was obviously not pleased to see the man. “I thought you were dead.”

“I merely bided my time, Captain America.”

“How are you alive?”

“You can kill a person, but you can never kill an idea,” he smirked at Steve before turning his attention to Y/N. “So, fräulein, according to my men, you’re his boyfriend’s girlfriend,” he pointed at Steve. “Tell me, are you afraid of committing to a whole super soldier, or are you just a fan of cripples?” he asked through gritted teeth. He was clearly trying to get a reaction out of her, but she simply rolled her eyes in response.

“I mean, have you seen that metal arm of his? It can definitely do things that a regular arm can’t,” Y/N shot him a smirk. “Trust me.” Steve tried to nudge her to shut up, but she simply moved her body out of the way in time and held Schmidt’s gaze. His fists were now clenched in obvious aggression, which only widened Y/N’s smug grin. 

“Bringen sie den Soldaten in,” Red Skull turned to snap at the guard by the door. They left the room for all of three seconds before returning, holding up Bucky in between them. He looked like he had been drugged. He could barely fight back as they yanked him into the room, his feet dragging across the floor in failed footsteps. Y/N ran forward as they dropped him to the ground and tapped the super soldier’s cheek anxiously. 

“Hey there, doll,” his voice was slurred as he smiled up at her lopsidedly. 

“Hey, Sarge,” she couldn’t help but return the look before she pulled him to his feet with Steve’s help. “How you doing?”

“They didn’t even ask me any questions.”

“We’re going to play a little game,” Schmidt started to circle the three of them slowly as he spoke. He held his hand out and one of the guards handed him a small gun. “The bullets in this gun are special. Upon impact, the bullet explodes, leaving whoever it hits dead within seconds. I designed it especially for you, Captain America.”

“So you’re going to shoot me?” Steve scoffed. “That’s your big plan?”

“Me? No, of course not,” he laughed. “Your best friend is going to do it.”

“Like hell,” Bucky spat. He stood a little straighter as the drugs left his system and sent a menacing glare towards the German man. “I’m not going to shoot Steve.”

“If you would let me finish,” Schmidt sighed as if he was dealing with a child. “You are going to take this gun, but you’re not going to shoot the Captain.” He paused, and a sinister smile spread across his face. “Well, you could if you wanted to. It’s your choice.” Bucky stepped in front of Y/N at the same time as Steve. “You see, Soldier. It’s easy, really. You can either shoot your best friend, or your girlfriend.”

“And what if we don’t want to play your twisted little game, Jigsaw?” Y/N scoffed as she pushed both men out of the way.

“Then both you and the Captain die,” he said simply. “And you…the Avengers may have erased all traces of the Soldier from your mind, but we can always start the process all over again if we need to,” he turned to Bucky.

“Why are you doing this?” Steve glared at him.

“All these years, Captain America, all this time I’ve been kept alive by one thing and one thing only. My sheer hatred for you. I care not for the modern day Hydra and their false prophecies, nor my conquest. All I care about is my revenge. What better way to exact my revenge than by forcing your closest friend to either kill you or his lover. Either way, I win, for as I have come to learn…” He paused to bring a careful hand to the hideous burns on his face. “Some pains are worse than death.”

“I won’t do it,” Bucky sent the man a murderous stare. “I won’t kill either of them.”

“You have fifteen minutes to decide, soldier,” Schmidt turned his back to the three of them briefly. “And just to make sure you don’t have any funny ideas, I’ll be watching from the next room. My men will keep an eye on you.” Three more men walked in once Schmidt left, all armed to the teeth. Under any other circumstance Steve, Bucky and Y/N would have been able to take the five of them down without a sweat. But the large guns that were being pointed at them made them reconsider. One of the guards kicked over the gun Schmidt had dropped and it skidded across the floor and came to a stop in front of Bucky.

“I’m not doing it,” Bucky repeated, looking between Steve and Y/N. “I won’t.”

“You can’t let them brainwash you again,” Y/N said quietly.

“So what?” Bucky whirled around to face her. “You want me to kill you or Steve to save my ass?” he laughed darkly and shook his head.

“I don’t…” she sighed and looked away from him. 

“What if we took them all down?” Steve asked in a hushed tone, looking at the five guards who were staring them down.

“They’d shoot us before we even took a step towards them,” Y/N muttered. “And then they would just take Bucky away and brainwash him all over again.”

“I’m growing impatient, soldier,” Schmidt’s voice sounded through the room, making the three look around in confusion before realising he more than likely installed a speaker in the room.

“I thought I had fifteen minutes?” he snapped. “Fuck off for the rest of the thirteen and leave us alone.” There was no response or order given to shoot them all on the spot. “How are we going to get out of here?” he lowered his voice considerably and shuffled closer to Steve while wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist.

Steve was just as adamant as Y/N that Bucky stayed himself and wasn’t taken away to be turned back into the soldier. They argued back and forth about it for a few minutes before Bucky finally caved and the two of them discussed a game plan, with every scenario failing because of one issue or another. Y/N remained silent and simply leant against Bucky’s side to steal some of his warmth. Her mind was going at a mile a minute as she tried to figure out a strategy of her own. She wasn’t optimistic about the outcome of the situation they had been placed in. She knew there were only two outcomes. Either she or Steve died and Bucky left with the remaining person, or they both died and Bucky would be taken, brainwashed and tortured into being the Winter Soldier again. 

“Time is running out, Solider. You have seven minutes.”

“Thanks for the countdown,” Bucky growled. Schmidt chuckled through the comm, a sound which made Y/N shiver in repulsion. Bucky held her closer, his hand running up and down her side in hopes of comforting her. “Don’t worry, doll,” his lips brushed the top of her head gently. “We’re all getting out of here. Alive.” She tried to smile and nod to show she believed him, but it came out as a grimace. He simply gave her an apologetic look before turning back to Steve to figure out an escape route.

“You have five minutes to shoot someone. Are you going to pick, or shall I?” Schmidt asked.

“Fuck off,” Bucky hissed.

“Pick one, soldier.”

“I won’t,” Bucky’s hand shook in concealed rage as he stared at the floor. “You can’t make me.”

 “If you don’t choose then I will make the choice for you,” he snapped. “Now tell me, your best friend, or your girlfriend?”

“Buck –”

“Shut up Steve,” he practically growled. “Don’t you dare cave in and try to give me that speech. It’s my choice and I will not choose.”

“Guards?” The men standing in the room stepped forward and knocked Y/N and Steve to the ground forcefully.

“Don’t touch them!”

“Ah.” The barrel of a gun was pressed to the back of both of their heads. “One more step and they both die.” Y/N looked at Steve from the corner of her eye and received a failed attempt of a reassuring smile in return.

“Why?! Why are you making me do this?” Bucky yelled, spinning around to face a man that wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want to see who you’ll choose. The man who’s been your best friend for almost a century, or the girl whom you’re in love with.” Bucky’s eyes slide over to look at you and Steve helplessly.

“Buck…I –”

“Y/N, don’t you –”

“Shut up,” she looked over at him. “Just shut up. I’m not letting you do this alone. Shut up and let me help you for once.” He held her glare for a couple of second before they were interrupted once more.

“Let them stand.” They rose to their feet slowly, bodies on full alert as they looked at the guards that surrounded them. “I wouldn’t do anything stupid if I were you, Captain America. I still have guns aimed at all three of you.”

“Hey there, Sarge,” she tried to send Bucky a reassuring smile.

“Y/N…” his voice cracked as he watched her carefully with unshed tears.

“You’re not going to like what I have to say –”

“Don’t –”

“And you’re going to want to fight me on it,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “You both are. But you got to pick me, Buck.” 

“No,” Steve cut in. “I’m a century old, I’ve passed my date. You and Y/N have just found each other. You deserve a chance to be happy.” Bucky watched them both in silent rage as Y/N took a hesitant step forward towards him. When Schmidt and his guards didn’t make a move to stop her, she took another. 

“You and Steve are best friends. You need each other.”

“I need both of you,” he rasped.

“You don’t need me that much, not like him,” she shook your head sadly and took another step. “It’s got to be me. You need to be soldiers, boys, and that means to hell with what happens to me.”

“Tick, tock, solider,” Schmidt said, eyes gleaming as he watched the three of them in amusement. Steve tried to step forward and started to sprout all sorts of reasons why Bucky should kill him, but Y/N didn’t let him get very far.

“Hey, look at me,” she ran her fingers over his jaw and smiled weakly. “Let me see those pretty eyes of yours one last time, Sarge.” Tears ran down his face and she was quick to wipe them away. “You know how I feel about being sappy, but considering the circumstances I think I can let it slide this one time.” His hand came up to wipe away a few of her own tears, a protest already bubbling on his lips. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me these past couple of months.”

“Y/N –” 

“Sh, it’s my turn now. You’re a good man, James Barnes. The best I know, including old mama Steve. I just want you to know that. Winter Solider or not. I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world and I just wanted to thank you for letting me get to know you.”

“I can’t.” He almost sobbed as she brought the gun up and held it to her stomach. “Please, doll, don’t make me.”

“Steve needs you, Buck.”

“I need you. I love you.” He wiped at his eyes angrily and pulled her in for a hard kiss. “I love you.”

“I know,” Y/N bit back a fresh wave of tears and kissed him back. “I know and I’m so sorry Buck but there isn’t any other choice. You can’t kill Steve. You need him more, whether you know it or not. Until the end of the line, remember? And anyway, the world isn’t quite finished with Captain America.”

“Fuck the world! I can’t lose you. Either of you.”

“You won’t,” she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I’ll be right there with you. Forever and always.” She placed his shaking finger on the trigger before flicking the safety off. “But you need to do this.” She took in a shaky breath and looked away from Bucky for two seconds to the man behind her. “Steve?”

“Y/N, you can’t –”

“Stop wrecking my moment, Rogers. You know I like to be dramatic.” She tried to lighten up the situation to no avail. “You need to take care of him, you hear me? If you don’t look after him properly I’m going to resurrect myself just so I can kill you. Promise me you’ll take care of him Steve.”

“Y/N –”

“Promise me or I’ll knock you out so that you will stop fighting me on this!”

“I-I promise.”

“And tell everyone else on the team that I’m sorry – so sorry – and they’re the best family I could ever ask for. And hug Wanda tight for me. She’ll need someone after I’m gone. Got it?”

“Understood.”

“Soldiers?”

“Soldiers,” Steve nodded, tears falling down his own face.

“And you,” Y/N turned back to Bucky. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. It was my choice, not yours. I don’t want you to wallow and mourn over me for the rest of your life. Get yourself out there. Be happy. Move on.” She pecked him once more. “Well, give it a couple months before you date anyone else, but promise me you’ll try to be happy.”

“I won’t.”

“Bucky, please,” she closed her E/C eyes as tears cascaded down her face. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“You’re making me kill you. And don’t you dare try and tell me it’s for the greater good.”

“Utilitarianism then,” she swallowed thickly. “The greatest pleasure for the greatest number.”

“No one will be happy if you’re dead.”

“But they sure as hell will be fewer unhappy people than if Captain America died. Or all three of us. The whole world will be at stake then.”

“I don’t care. At least you would still be with me.”

“I’m getting bored with how long this is taking,” Schmidt tsked in annoyance. “Are you going to kill one of them or do I have to decide?” 

“I really don’t care about antagonising you right now, Red Skull, so shut the fuck up, we are trying to have a moment to say goodbye over here,” she looked up at the ceiling and all but growled at him. They could all picture him flaring in anger at her words, but no one made a move to shoot which prompted her to look back down at the beautiful, emotionally wrecked man in front of her. “Look at me. It sucks. It fucking sucks so bad, but you need to do this, Buck.” She held his hand more securely around and gun. 

“If you’re going out then I’m going out with you,” he leant down so his face was levelled with hers.

“That’s not part of the deal, Sarge,” she smiled weakly and shook her head. “Pull the trigger.”

“I can’t.” He shook his head violently. “I won’t.” Y/N wrapped her hand around his wrist and pressed the gun firmly to her skin. Wiping her tear-stained eyes on her shoulder, she leant up to kiss him one last time as they both squeezed the trigger.

“I love you, James.”

[pleinsdemuses]

Ian Rogers Zola and Sinthea Schmidt

@nomanslannd

[satoshy12]

Danny's parents are Black Panther and Victor von Doom. Try to think 2 Royals 2 Kings! Searching for the Clone who is in US.

Or very special

Red Skull + Captain America = Phantom with his mighty shield!

Red Skull Jack:" IT was that red face, We just thought he was a Ghost Danny!"

Wolverine + Sabretooth

Dr. Strange + Dormammu (don't ask how the Fentons did it)

Spider man + Norman Osborn (maybe her as female (big fan of female Norma Osborn)) = Harry's half brother by his best friend

Daredevil + Kingpin I bet he would be happy being a dad again

Hercules + Ares

Mephisto and Ghost Rider as Jazz parents. Mephisto is Red = red hair. Jazz x Peter Parker.

or DC other parents

Jazz:" How did you get Reverse Flash and Flash DNA!!" Jazz parents are the Flashs, she didn't even knew he could bleed!! Kid Flash got a big sister, and Impulse a cool Aunt.

or other comics Spawn and violator Maddie:" We thought it was Ghost, but it was just Demons..." Danny gave up, at least he came out human. Before the Portal!

Danny finds out hes a clone/ adopted, and instead of processing that like a normal person he decides, "Well its not like they can find me so imma mess with my bio parent(s) while venting my frustrations. Two birds with one stone."

Hence (hero or villian of your choice) begins receiving letters via untraceable magic of him telling them he's thier clone/son and just telling them about his day/past adventures.

Unfortunately most of his adventures are horrifying and the person is desperately scrambling to find thier dumb (possibly undead) child and rescue them.

It probably doesn't help that Danny only signs his name as Phantom and is careful not to give clues to his location.

[dmelloy82-blog]

You Will Never Find a More Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy (Part 4)

“The 25 Greatest Comic Book Villains of All-Time” continues with #15-#11. 15. Sinestro (Green Lantern) Once considered one of the greatest members of the Green Lantern Corps, and Hal Jordan’s mentor, when it was discovered that he was using his power as a means to rule over his home planet, he was banished to the Antimatter Universe. Feeling wronged by the Green Lanterns, he grew to hate them…

[xcaptain-winterx]

Requests are open you say? How about Steve Rogers having a huge crush on the new recruit (reader) and being very awkward in trying to pursue her

Be a man

Steve Rogers x reader

summary: above

warnings: fluff, awkwardness, shy Steve, cum

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Part 2

Main Masterlist Steve Rogers Masterlist

Steven Grant Rogers also known as the hero Captain America. Fought against Hydra and their leader Red Skull, his brainwashed best friend, Ultron, his own team and even Thanos. You would think that Americas golden boy is unstoppable, that nothing can stop him.

You’re wrong.

See, Steve has years of experience in fighting due to the fact that he’s over a hundred years old and fought in World War Two. The only thing he doesn’t know about, or to be more specific, doesn’t have any experience with, is the opposite sex. Steve has never been on a date or had a real first kiss. Ok, yeah, he kissed Peggy and Natasha once, but that meant nothing. God, he’s still a virgin.

To sum it up, Steve is an awkward bean around women. He doesn’t always show it obviously, but ask him something not work related with a flirty smile, and he starts to sweats like a polar bear in the desert.

Steve always thought that he was going to be able to talk to ‘the girl’ once he saw her, that he will have no problem to communicate with her.

He thought wrong.

Steve is in the training room, punching the punching bag until it falls off again. He was supposed to be training with Sam, but he hasn’t shown up. So far, Sam always showed up or at least texted him if something came in between and he couldn’t make it. Steve stops hitting the punching bag and goes over to the bench where his phone is laying. He picks it up and swipes it open, seeing that he didn’t receive any text message from Sam.

It’s not normal for Sam to be late, so Steve decides that he’s going to look for Sam. He puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of the gym, in the direction of the living area.

As he walks down the hallway Bucky crosses his path, “Hey pal, have you seen Sam”, Steve asks.

“No, but I can imagine he’s talking to the new recruits, telling them something about teamwork makes the dream work, or some other shit”, Bucky says, mimicking Sam’s voice.

Steve’s brows furrow; what new recruits? Steve heard nothing about new recruits. “I don’t know anything about new recruits?”

“Transferred from a SHIELD base in Germany, I think. Sam will probably force us to introduce us to them”, Bucky says. Steve knows that it’s hard for Bucky to talk or communicate with new and many people at once, but he knows that he’s trying his best. Since he began going to therapy, his old self made more and more of an appearance, and Bucky feels a lot better in general even though it’s hard sometimes. He’s proud of Bucky. He’s trying his best.

“Better we do it now than later. Come on, Buck”, Steve says, patting his shoulder, and pulling him with him.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “Ok”.

Both super soldiers walk towards the meeting rooms, thinking they might be there when Bucky suddenly stops walking. Steve looks at Bucky, silently questioning why he stopped. Bucky reads Steve’s facial expression before pointing towards the end of the hallway, “found him”.

Steve follows Buckys finger and sees Sam. Sam is not alone, he’s with a woman. A beautiful woman. A goddess.

Bucky sees Steve’s face heating up. “You good, pal?” he asks with a teasing voice. Steve doesn’t answer him, to lost in the woman’s beauty next to Sam. Bucky snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face, trying to get him back to reality, but it doesn’t work.

Lost in thoughts, or to be more specific the woman, Steve doesn’t see how Sam noticed them too, and is calling them over.

“Steve!”

Steve comes back to reality when Sam calls him for the third time. Bucky laughs at Steve’s confused puppy stare, looking like he just woke up from a coma without any knowledge of what happened before. It gets worse as they see how Sam and the woman are now walking towards them. Bucky feels Steve panicking next to him. “Hey Steve, calm down, ok?” Bucky whispers to him.

“Mhm”, Steve answers, not being able to form any words. Sam and the Woman getting closer and closer to them.

“Remember, we just introduce ourselves” Bucky tries to calm him down, his own anxiety leaving and instead focusing on helping his friend, “You can do this. Just remember to think and talk at the same time, and don’t just stare at her”. If his friend wasn’t looking like a dead fish Bucky would’ve really enjoyed this moment. Him helping his friend talk to a woman like he did back in the 40s, but nothing about Steve’s current problem is funny. Well, maybe the fact that he for real looks like a dead fish.

“Ok” Steve says.

“Ok”

“Ok”

“You can do this, Steve”

“Ok”

And the woman gets closer and closer.

Steve begins to murmur what he wants to say, making Bucky look nervously at him.

The woman and Sam are now almost completely by them as Steve suddenly says, “I need to finish the mission report”, before sprinting the other direction.

“Hey, why did Steve-“ Sam can’t finish because Bucky is already sprinting after Steve, leaving him and the woman utterly confused. “BUCKY!”

Sam puts his hands on his hips, “normally they are not like this, ok? They probably just remembered to take their anti-aging cream”. He turns to you, “Super soldiers, you know”.

You smile as Sam claps your shoulders and says, “how about I show you the training room?”. You nod, letting him lead you to the training room.

Meanwhile, Steve is sprinting towards his room, looking like a gazelle who’s running away from a predator. Steve thought he could talk to her, but no.

Once he reaches his room, he locks the door, and then just stands there, staring at the locked door; what just happened? He begins to hyperventilate like how his pre serum self did when he had an asthma attack. The room feels like it’s shrinking. Steve feels small and scared. Just the sight of the woman made him with a snap of a finger feel like his weak 40s self before the serum. Back when no one liked him.

While Steve is having a panic attack, Bucky is running towards Steve’s room. Bucky started running after him some seconds after he sprinted away, and normally Bucky would’ve caught up to him, but Steve’s panic and the super soldier serum made it a bit difficult. Luckily, Bucky knows Steve like no one else and knows that he’s hiding in his room.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, knocking on the door. “You good, pal? Can I come in?”. He waits, but no answer comes, so he tries opening the door but it’s locked.

Bucky sighs, “Steve, let me in”.

On the other side, Steve is debating if he should let his best friend in. His debating goes too long for Bucky though because the next thing Steve hears is Bucky saying ‘Friday unlock the door’, and the door opens.

Bucky walks in, seeing a teared eyed Steve who’s breathing fast and heavy. Bucky strikes over to him and pulls him slowly down to the floor, sitting face to face with each other. He takes his hand and puts it on his heart, “Steve, hey. Focus on me. Focus on my heartbeat. You feel mine?” Bucky says, putting his other hand on Steve’s heart, feeling how his heart is still beating fast. “Steve, focus on my heartbeat”.

Steve looks at his friend and tries to focus on his heart. He closes his eyes, only trying to listen to Bucky’s heartbeat. “Yeah, I feel it”.

Bucky gives him a smile, “ok, good”.

They sit in silent for a few minutes, Steve’s heart beating now slower and his breaths coming out normally.

Bucky waits until Steve’s heartbeat is fully back to normal before asking “better?”.

Steve nods, “I didn’t think we would have had to use that method on me”, he says chuckling.

This calming method showed Bucky’s therapist, Steve. She told him that it would help Bucky calm down when he’s having a panic attack, and it did in fact help. The night after she explained it to him, Bucky woke up from a nightmare and started to panic. Steve’s room is right next to him, so he heard his friend’s panic. He tried the method that night and it worked perfectly. It took some while until Bucky calmed down, but it was way faster than without the method, and Bucky was able to fall asleep again after.

To other people, this method may look a bit weird, but it calms his best friend down, so who cares? It’s also no surprise that Steve is the only one allowed to do this method. Sam once tried it and Bucky punched him in his face when he put his hand on his chest. Sam left the room angrily and annoyed with a broken bloody nose. Bucky punched him with his metal arm. He thought Sam was in danger that second and in a state of danger he uses his metal arm. Bucky apologized to Sam though, and he truly felt bad and sorry. Sam instantly forgave him though, he knows it wasn’t his intention.

At least not in that situation.

Bucky even ‘baked’ Sam some brownies. Well, more like bought some Brownies and said he baked them. Sam knew he didn’t, but said nothing and just enjoyed eating some good, tasteless brownies with a smile on his face.

“Well, we didn’t think you would ever run away from a girl”.

Steve sighs, “Yeah. Back then, they would run away from me. Now it’s me running away”

“Why did you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t know. I got scared I guess?”.

When Steve looks at Bucky again, he comes to face with a blank stare. It kinda reminds him of Bucky’s winter soldier stare. If they weren’t having an emotional and serious conversation, Steve would’ve been actually concerned that something happened that made Bucky go into Winter Soldier mindset.

Bucky scares Steve when he suddenly jumps up, “You know what” he pulls Steve up, almost making him fall over “You will have that girl”.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Or just someone”.

He doesn’t like the thought of Bucky helping him. Bucky was a true player back then, a gentleman, but a player.

“I help you talk to women. I can do that. I did that a hundred years ago” he stops when he realizes “fucking hell, that’s a long time ago”.

Steve scowls, “Language, Buck”.

“Sorry”.

“I get that you’re trying to help me, and I appreciate that” Steve takes a deep breath before continuing, “but I can’t”

“Why?” Bucky asks crossing his arms, standing like an angry parent.

“I just can’t, ok? Also, colleges are not allowed to be in a romantic relationship”.

“Then look for someone else. There’s this woman named Leah. She works at my favorite sushi place and I heard-“

“I don’t want someone else!”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. “Ohhhh, so you want her. Ok, Steven. I see you”. He winks at Steve as he groans.

“I didn’t say that. I just-ugh, I like her, but-there’s not gonna be anything between us” he tries to give his best friend a reassuring smile, but knowingly fails. “You can ask Leah out”, Steve tries changing the topic.

“No, she’s not my type”.

Bucky knows that Steve won’t stop having a crush on the new recruit. It took Steve a hundred years to get over Peggy. He was still in love with her even after being unfrozen. Now imagine he’s thinking about the new recruit until he dies. Bucky doesn’t want that. God, he was honestly happy when Peggy passed. That woman was like a snake slithering her way into his friends heart only to poison it. He didn’t like her from the second she interrupted Steve and his conversation. Dumb Bitch.

He wants his friend to be happy. He wants to be an uncle. He hopes Steve will get himself together and talk to her.

“Ok. Whatever you say”, Bucky says, patting him on his shoulder. They continue talking, but this time about what movie they are going to watch for their ‘we need to learn about cinematic history’ movie night. While talking, Bucky’s mind continues to wander back to their original conversation, and about the fact that Steve doesn’t want some dating teaching from him. In all honesty, he’s slightly hurt by that.

He could still help him somehow, though.

It’s been a week now since he saw the new recruit and he’s been trying to avoid any situation that could lead to him seeing her. Steve knows it sounds silly, but he’s scared of her. Scared of seeing her. Scared of her seeing him. He hasn’t been training for a week. Steve knows the chances are high that she will be there. The only sort of trying he did this week was going for a run. Alone.

Sam noticed a change in Steve. Everybody did. Steve was never a huge extrovert and now he’s such an introvert. He doesn’t even eat with them anymore because she could be there, or just walk past them eating.

Today he needs to be brave, though. Bucky asked him to train together because he’s the only good match for him. Bucky told him that winning against Sam slowly starts to get boring, and that Steve needs to train again. Cardio is good, but Steve needs to do more.

After trying to convince Bucky that they can also train outside or anywhere else than the training room, he knew from Bucky’s reaction that it’s not gonna happen. So now he’s on his way to meet Bucky in the training room.

To say Steve is nervous is an understatement, he’s almost shitting his pants.

Bucky assured him they would have the room for themselves and Steve just hopes that that’s true.

Steve walks into the gym and surprisingly sees no one. No Bucky. Steve was already late because he was nervous, so it confuses him why Bucky isn’t here. He looks at the clock on the wall and sees that he’s sixteen minutes late, meaning Bucky is to late too.

“Maybe he’s still asleep”, Steve tells himself. Technically, he would be happy that Bucky is able to sleep, but it’s the first time since a week that he’s training and last time, Sam already didn’t come.

He is just about to go to Bucky’s room when he hears a soft voice.

“Well, it’s only seven in the morning”.

Steve turns around and freezes.

It’s the woman

Oh, no no no no no

“Every normal person would be asleep at this time”.

Steve is unable to speak, he’s just staring at her. Not even blinking, just staring.

She looks at him with a smile, waiting for an answer, or just something.

When Steve realizes that she’s waiting for an answer, he clears his throat. “Yeah, uhm-I uh, I mean he likes to sleep-uh- he can’t sleep that much and-uhm yeah. He normally only uhm-sleeps with me- Wait not like that-uh I mean, he just likes to sleep with me-no. He uhm, he sleeps better with-me-uhm because I’m a good sleep partner- no, I just-uhm. IM NOT GAY”.

Steve looks at her with wide eyes. He knows he just made a fool of himself, so he tries to save himself.

Tries.

“There’s obviously nothing wrong with liking-uhm men, but I’m not like that. Yeah, uhm I hate men- wait not hate men, I like them, but platonic like ha ha. I like woman. But I’m not a relationship-I uhm”, he doesn’t want to look like he is desperate for a relationship. She could think that he’s trying to ‘hit on her’. He believes that what it’s called, but you can never trust Tony. “I’m not into relationship- uhm, the romantic, uh, kind-just the other kind”

Now she looks at him with wide eyes. The only other non-relationship kind she can think of is the sexual one. She can’t believe that Captain Rogers, the golden boy, is such a man. The worst part is that Steve doesn’t understand what he just said and instead looks at her with a nervous smile. Poor boy thought it sounded more like normal relationship, platonic kind. It didn’t, though.

“You do you, I guess” she says, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She didn’t think her first time meeting Captain America would be like this.

Steve sees that she’s not comfortable or at least confused by what he’s saying. Maybe she doesn’t like his answer.

So he continues to try to fix this conversation.

“I uhm I would like a relationship-with someone-uh I want to-“ he can’t say dancing, that sounds boring. He needs to come up with something that everyone does these days. Something that she would probably like “do Netflix and chill”.

Steve needs to get better at telling when he can trust Tony and when not.

“Oh, uhm” she doesn’t know what to say “that’s nice I guess”.

Right now, Steve would rather fight against HYDRA than talk to her. He can feel how he’s sweating. And if that already isn’t bad enough, he starts to really look at her. Oh boy.

She’s wearing tight black leggings with a matching black sport bra. She must’ve been already training for a while because he sees some drops of sweat on her chest area, running to her cleavage. Steve is directly looking at her cleavage, not taking his eyes off it.

He doesn’t notice that he’s looking at it, well, that he’s so obviously looking at it.

She puts her left hand on her right shoulder, acting like she’s massaging it, and not like she’s trying to cover her chest.

Steve’s eyes move to hers, and it only takes three seconds until realization hits him.

“Shit!” he screams, making her jump “oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you-I uhm, and I didn’t want to stare at your you know-chest. Not because they are not pretty, they are-NO Uhmmm, they uh. It’s just”.

Steve stops talking when the door opens and Bucky walks in with a smile on his face “Language, Steve. Good morning you two”. At least someone is having one.

“Morning”, she says, smiling at his best friend before walking away to lift some weight. Deep down they are both happy that Bucky saved them from the awkward situation, though, Steve is also sad because he wanted to talk to her, to have a chance, but he failed.

Bucky smiles after her, then turns to Steve. “Hey Steve, how are you?”

“You knew, didn’t you” Steve almost spats, his voice echoing throughout the training room. He turns around and sees how she is looking at them.

He quickly turns back around, facing Bucky, who just gives him an innocent smile. “What do you mean Steve?”. Bucky knows that Steve can’t say anything about that, due to the fact that she can hear everything they are saying.

Steve glares at him, grinding his teeth. “That you would be late”, he lies.

“Yeah”.

Steve wants to scream, but he can’t “why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his veins showing.

“I texted you, Punk”, Bucky says as he walks over to get a punching bag.

Steve frowns; Bucky didn’t text him. He pulls out his phone.

Love❤️‍🔥- I’ll be a bit late

Send one minute ago

Steve cringes as he sees the name Tony and Sam saved Bucky on his phone. He would rather want Punk with that heart. Platonic style. He doesn’t know how to change it, though.

“Didn’t you see my message?” Bucky gives him a fake questioning expression. A teasing one.

“I must have missed it”, Steve says in a monotone voice “I mean it says you send it a minute ago. Bucky”.

“Oh, you know. The signal is quite bad here”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, Bucky. You would’ve thought that Tony would’ve already handled it”.

Bucky snickers “Yeah”.

“Yeah”.

Bucky walks with the bag over his shoulder towards a hook to hang the bag on. He turns to look at Steve, a grin on his face when his eyes move to look behind Steve.

“Hey, how about you help her, Steve~”, Bucky says loudly.

Steve follows his eyes and sees how the recruit is struggling with moving some weights out of her way, so she can put the bench there to do some bench presses.

She looks at them and gives them a shy smile. “That would be kinda nice”.

Steve looks back at Bucky, panic in his eyes. Bucky gives him a big smile that says ‘yes’.

It’s time, it’s time to shine, Steve. He can do that, he can easily lift that.

‘Ok, Steve. Pull your ass cheeks together and help her’ he thinks to himself as he walks towards her. He stops in front of her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. This time he snaps back quickly though and moves the weights away.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers”, she says, his back still towards her.

“Mhm” he can’t bring out a single word. Instead of turning back to her, he sorts the weights, so she doesn’t see him blushing. “You-You’re welcome”.

He hears her getting on the bench and takes that as his cue to leave.

“Hey, Steve!”

Please, don’t Bucky.

“You should help her. Stay behind her to make sure that her arms don’t give in”

Steve doesn’t turn around this time. He can hear how she doesn’t lift any weight, meaning she is looking at them.

“Yeah, I uhm would, but- mission reports. I need to finish the mission report”, Steve lies “important stuff you know. Not like helping her isn’t important, but yeah. Avenger stuff is important….”.

It’s that second that Bucky realizes that Steve is the worst person in admitting his crush he ever met. The best friend he is, he needs to help him. “Oh, I already did them for you”.

Great, now Steve’s lie is a lie. Thank you, Bucky.

“No, I don’t think you did”, he tries to save himself “They were on my desk this morning, unfinished”

Good job, Steve.

“I did them this morning. We were on the same mission, Steve. Only one of us needs to do them” Bucky says, punching the bag “I send you a message”.

“No, you didn’t-“ he looks at his phone to see a message from Bucky.

Love❤️‍🔥-already did the mission report.

Send a minute ago.

Bucky knows Steve like the back of his hand. He knew what excuses he would use to try to flee the scene. A laugh almost leaves his mouth as he sees the face Steve is making. God, he missed teasing him.

“I thought you were asleep”.

“No, I wanted to finish it. You’ve been quite stressed the past week, and I wanted to lift some weight of your shoulders”.

“Thanks, James”.

The tension between them is noticeable. So noticeable that the recruit is more uncomfortable than when she was alone with Steve.

She gets their attention when she walks past them to grab her water bottle. “Have fun training”

“You already leaving?” Steve asks disappointed, sad that she’s leaving.

“Yeah, I’ve already been training before you both came. Also, I need to find Sam. He promised to show me the rest of the compound. I only saw half of the facility so far and don’t want to get lost at some point”, she says. So far she didn’t get lost because the most important areas were already introduced to her, but it’s better to know the whole compound. “Bye” she waves them before opening the door and walking through it.

No one says anything until the door closes. Bucky is the first to break the silence, “wow”.

“I know you did that on purpose!”

“I was trying to make you talk to her” he grabs his shoulder “I just want to help you. She’s a beautiful woman-“

“Hey!”

“See” Bucky says, “you’re jealous when I just say that she’s pretty. You have a crush on that girl, Steve”.

Steve sighs in defeat. “Ok, maybe”.

“I KNEW IT” Bucky screams, jumping like a little kid on Christmas morning “FUCK YES, STEVE”

“Language”

He stops jumping and looks at him. “You will get that girl. I promise” Bucky looks like he’s about to cry “oh my god, you’re all grown up”.

Steve lets out a slight laugh. It’s almost ridiculous how happy Bucky is that there’s a girl that he kinda likes. It reminds him of how they talked about their futures when they were little. They talked about carriers and family, and how they will be called uncle Steve and uncle Bucky by their best friends kids.

“Are you crying?” he asks, seeing Bucky wipe his eye.

“Pfff, no”.

Oh, he’s definitely crying.

“Calm down, Bucky. Just because I like her doesn’t mean that she likes me”.

“Yeah, because you’re just an Avenger, the symbol of America, a super soldier, owner of America’s ass-“

“Ok, I get it”. Steve isn’t dumb, he knows that people know him, that he’s quite famous; god he sounds like Tony. All this doesn’t make him the most liked person in the world, though, and not everyone fall for him. Not just because he has blond hair and some women like dark hair, or he is to old schooled and doesn’t know every new show on Netflix, or women are not into him because they hate male genitals and prefer women’s….parts. The shield only shows what he shows the world and not the people he cares about. He doesn’t show his emotional side with all his flaws.

“You like her, right” Bucky asks, knowing the answer.

“Yes, of course, but-“

“Then you will go to her and tell her that”. Bucky claps his hands. “You will tell her how much you like her. You will take her dancing and to the movies. Understand?”

“Yes, Sargent” Steve smiles.

“I know she’s the one. You will propose to her at sunset and give me some nephews and nieces”. Steve laughs at Bucky’s hyper fixation about his crush. Both of them are acting like two teenage girls.

“A uncle to Steve Jr’s and….uhm…what’s her name again”

“……”

“………..”

“……………”

“………you don’t know her name?”

“no, not really”. Well, that’s awkward.

“Oh my god, Steve”, Bucky is regretting his decision to help his friend “how about we start with you introducing yourself?”

“Bucky, please don’t do anything stupid”, Steve pleads. He doesn’t want Bucky to give him to much pressure. The thought of Bucky trapping them in a closet scares him, or him basically throwing him against her.

Bucky just looks at him confused. “You will do something stupid. I’m here to prevent that from happening”.

“Promise?”

“Promise” Bucky says showing Steve his hands “I swear on Sam’s life”.

Steve smile slowly falls and Bucky corrects himself “ok, I swear on uhm, your life”.

“I guess that’s ok”

Since then Bucky’s been on the mission ‘get a sister-in-law’, with no luck though. He thought being a wingman would be easier, but it’s not. Definitely not. Or he has just a bad person that he needs to help.

So far Steve had like four times eye contact, spoke two sentences in two conversations. The one sentence only being two words.

The best try so far was when Steve was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, when she came and asked him if he could move a bit so she can get to the fridge, and Steve said ‘yes’. He said something, made eye contact, didn’t walk away and didn’t stutter. He didn’t even sweat! Steve did this on his own without him and for that he needs an applause.

And the worst try was when he was ‘forced’ to train with her.

“You can do this Steve”, Bucky whispers to Steve before giving him a pat on the shoulder and pushing him towards the mat.

Steve still hasn’t introduced himself yet, so Bucky thought it would be a good opportunity to see the skills of the new recruits and to train with them. Surprisingly, Steve is now sparring against his crush, the woman they still don’t know the name of.

Steve walks on the mat, giving a quick look over his shoulder to see Bucky giving him a thumbs up.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “Ok, come at me”.

To say he’s impressed is an understatement. He’s fascinated by her skills, by the way she moves with such grace. Instead of directly coming at him and trying to punch him, she moves around him. She does that the whole time, dodging every single move of him while he tries to land a hit on her, well, more like pinch her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

At some point Steve finally manages to get a hold of her, but she is quicker and kicks his one leg away and then uses his arms to lift her up and wrap her legs around his neck, bringing him down. Steve is now on the mat with her legs around his neck, her directly hovering over his face. Steve doesn’t know why, but he’s not complaining about this position.

He gets himself back together and uses his legs to his lower back of the mat and makes a roll, so now she’s on the mat, with him in between her legs.

Steve can be lucky that most of the recruits are already doing their own thing because this is not a professional normal work position. Sam, who just walked in, stopped next to Bucky when he sees the scene. He looks at Bucky and sees how he’s directly looking at where Steve’s face is.

“Stop doing your creepy eye thing”, Sam tells him, but Bucky simply ignores him. Sam is about to say something when he hears a loud slam, and sees her on top of Steve, straddling his hips “oh”.

This scene doesn’t last long though because Steve flips them around, now straddling her hips and pinning her arms above her head. She tries to move around under him, successfully. Her back towards and is about to use her knees to make him fall off. Steve thinks quicker though and flips them again. Her back against his chest and his back against the floor. He wraps his legs around each of her legs, making her unable to move them, while he wraps his arms around her neck, taking her in a headlock. She tries to wiggle away, but can’t.

She taps his arm, signaling him that he won. Steve lets her go, softly lifting her arm to help her up, and then getting up after her.

“Everything ok?” he asks, wanting to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in some kind. That would definitely make admitting his feelings harder.

“Yes”, she smiles at him, panting slightly, “thank you, Captain Rogers, for training with me”. The smile she gives him is a true, generous smile. Steve doesn’t see how Sam and Bucky are exchanging scared looks.

“Y-You don’t need to tank me”, Steve says. Now it’s the time to introduce himself; he can do it. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “And you can call me S-“

He gets pulled away by Bucky, forcefully getting pushed against his chest. Steve looks Bucky confused into his eyes as Bucky pulls him with him behind the corner, out of sight of her, with Sam walking next to them. All the way to behind the corner Bucky keeps Steve against him, while Sam blogs other from seeing Steve’s side.

“What are you doing? I was just about to introduce myself”

Sam looks at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, something else was also about to introduce himself” and points to Steve’s crotch.

Steve looks down and sees what Sam is talking about.

For the first time, the golden boy is having a boner. A huge one. The serum really did make everything bigger.

“Oh, no no no no” Steve goes.

“Hey, it’s ok” Bucky tries calming him down “it’s uhm normal”

“Yeah, you know how many boners I had in my life”, Sam continues.

“See, even Sam thinks so. Did you ever notice how often I had when we were out with some girls, or just when I was thinking about one”, Bucky continues, Sam nodding his head the whole time. Both giving Steve a smirk. “You have them everywhere. In the shower, during work, in bed, I even had them when we had a sleepover”.

“Oh my god” Steve hates talking about that. He doesn’t know what’s worst, talking about women things or about men and their boners. “I had it in front of her, in front of everyone” he cries out.

Sam pats his shoulder. “No one saw it”

“You did!”.

“Because we watched both of you”, Sam assures him. “The others did their own thing, and she looked in your eyes, man. Not what’s below Captain America’s waist”

“Maybe she felt it though”, Bucky says.

“Bucky!”

“Your not helping, man”, Sam shrugs and looks down “ok, maybe she did because you know, it’s not small”

“See, Wilson! You agree”

Steve had never been this embarrassed in his entire life. He covers his erection with his hands, but it only makes it more obvious. He’s trying to cover his boner while his two best friends are talking about his penis size and how often they get a boner. He wants to dig himself a grave.

“Guys!” Steve whisper screams, getting their attention back. “I need to get rid of it”.

“Of your giant boner?”

“Yeas, Sam. What else is there to get rid of?” Steve says. Bucky slaps Sam on the back of his head, with no context at all. “What was that for, Bucky?”

He shrugs “I know you would like to do that, but are too nice to actually do it”. Steve just wanted to have a nice day where he maybe finally managed to speak to the woman of his dreams, but no, everything had to go like shit. “What do I do?”.

Sam and Bucky look at each other before letting out an obvious loud breath of air. They turn to Steve. “Well, you could try to calm down” Sam says, and Bucky continues “or you could, you know, help yourself out”.

“No!” Steve doesn’t even want to imagine helping himself out. The simple thought disgusts him and he feels an incredible feeling of shame.

Steve shakes his head at them. “Tell me something, that helps uhm, the problem”.

“Remember when your mom caught us looking through her drawers and spanked you”.

“….”

“….”

“….”

“Are you getting harder?” Sam asks, looking at his now slightly bigger boner.

“N-no” Steve pushes with all might on his boner to get it down “s-say something else”. He begs his friends for help.

Bucky looks hopeless “I don’t know what to say to get her off of your mind”. Steve wants to say something when Sam holds up his hands.

“Hold up, her off of your mind” he says looking at Steve, “so it wasn’t just because you got a bit close to her”. The smirk on his face is huge, a teasing one.

Steve groans out of frustration and pain.

“You know, I could see you together”, Sam goes, giving him a thump up.

“I know, but he’s too afraid to ask her. He couldn’t even introduce himself”.

“You didn’t introduce yourself to y/n?”

Steve looks at him and repeats her name softly. Y/n. Your name sound like an angel, a page out of the Bible that you worship and say as a pray. He would do that. Say your name like it’s a holy prayer. He wants to say your name again again and again. Whispering your name in your ear as you slowly share a kiss.

“Shit” Bucky says. He thought that Steve’s boner couldn’t get any bigger, but he was wrong. So wrong. It’s now almost twice as big as before. “Sam, why did you say that?!”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen! I just said her name. I didn’t think he would get hard because of a name”.

“Well, he did!”

They hear people coming into the training room. A lot by the sound of their talking. At least fifteen entered the room. Now you add them three, plus y/n and plus the seven recruits that were already in here. That makes twenty-six people. Two, Sam and Bucky, already saw Steve’s boner.

“Guys!” Steve screams “what do I do?!”, hiding more in the corner.

“Obviously getting her out of your head doesn’t work”.

“How about you stay in front of me while I walk out”.

Both shake their head “they would see you though and stare at you. Also, there are too many. You wouldn’t make it out unnoticed”.

“What if I wait until they leave”.

“Steve, they will eventually walk to this corner when they get more weights, and then see you”

Steve looks hopeless. “Bring me some pants that- I don’t know, doesn’t show my you know”.

“Steve…nothing can hide that boner”, Sam says “there is only one option”.

“What?”

“you could…help yourself out, Steve”

“No”

“Steve, please”

“No”

“Pal, listen-“

“No, Bucky. I can’t do that. I can’t just touch my…member…and..bring myself pleasure”, Steve hates talking about it. “How am I even suppose to do it?!”

“You take your dick in your hand and hold it tight, then you start to move your hand up and down. Personally, I would advise you to do it fast but-“

“I meant where!” he covers his ears trying to forget what Bucky just said. Though he learned something new. “I can’t just do it here, it would..spill”

Sam looks around until he sees something that could help “take this to collect your sperms”. He shows Steve an empty probably by someone forgotten water bottle.

“But-“ Steve knows that this is the only way and that he should accept it, but he doesn’t want to “fine”.

“I wait around the corner so no one walks over here, while Bucky makes sure you don’t get a heart attack” Sam says, winking before walking around the corner. Bucky gives Steve a slight smile before turning around. He doesn’t need to see his best friend Masturbate.

Surprisingly, Steve isn’t that loud. Sam only heard him once or twice a bit louder. One time he was screaming Bucky’s name because he turned around for a second.

Sam walks over to them when Bucky gives him a thump up. Steve is sitting on the floor, panting heavenly. Next to him, a completely full to the top water bottle. Or more like cum bottle.

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Steve”

They are on their way out now, happy that Steve doesn’t have a big gun in his pants anymore.

“Hey, Sam”

Fuck

“Hey, Y/n” Sam smiles, while Steve panics. He’s drenched in sweat and is holding a bottle of his own cum.

You smile at Bucky and Steve too. You look at Steve and see how he looks like he’s in pain and completely drenched. “Are you ok, Captain Rogers?”.

Bucky and Sam quickly cover him up. “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just-“

“Is hungry!”

“Uhm yeah and you know how you can get sick when you didn’t eat”

“Yeah ya get really sick”

You stare at them for a second, trying to process what they said. “Oh, maybe you should drink your shake then, Captain Rogers”, and point to his ‘shake’, and give him a smile.

“I-“

Bucky stops Steve. “Yeah no, he will just get something from the kitchen, you know?”.

“Bucky’s right, uhm I don’t think that would be such a smart idea to drink the shake. Hah ha” Steve says awkwardly.

Your smile falls. “Oh, yeah sure. I just thought that would help. We don’t want you passing out”.

Was his answer mean, is what Steve thinks. He doesn’t want you to think he just didn’t drink the ‘shake’ because you said that. Steves heart pains as he sees your reaction; you looked so sad. It obviously isn’t that big of a deal. Surely you forget about it later, but what if you don’t? You don’t forget that he didn’t want to drink the ‘shake’. What if you think you’re dumb for asking that? He thinks for a second, a long second, a second that will change everything.

“You’re right”, and opens the cap.

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Bold innocent fury kid ☆^~

GN!FURY KID!READER x STEVE ROGERS X NATASHA ROMANOFF X JOHANN SCHMIDT, AKA THE RED SKULL(all platonic)

Location: Avengers Tower, Interrogation Room

Steve Rogers, your Uncle Steve, was pacing back and forth in front of you, his serious face making you feel like you were about to hear some very important grown-up stuff. Across the room sat Johann Schmidt, the notorious Red Skull, tied up and glaring. You, though, weren’t really paying attention to his angry glares—you were too busy fiddling with the tiny Captain America shield keychain Steve had given you earlier.

“Alright, kiddo,” Steve began, leaning down to your level and putting a hand on your shoulder. “Today, we’re going to talk about Hydra.”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s a Hydra?”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “Hydra’s a bad group. Really bad. They tried to take over the world, hurt a lot of people… and they even—well, look, this guy—” he pointed dramatically at Schmidt, “—he’s one of their leaders. He did terrible things.”

You turned your head toward Johann Schmidt, who was mumbling under his breath, clearly irritated. His red face looked more annoyed than scary to you.

Steve cleared his throat, trying to stay focused. “They experimented on people, tried to control everything, and—”

“Did they steal candy?” you asked, suddenly concerned. Candy theft was about as bad as it got in your world.

Steve blinked. “Uh… no. Worse than that. They—”

“Are they allergic to hugs?” you asked innocently, still eyeing Johann, who was grumbling louder now.

Steve paused, taken aback. “No, I don’t think so… but—”

Before Steve could finish, Eva appeared, bouncing into the room with her long blonde curls and mischievous smile. She grinned when she saw you, then turned to Johann Schmidt, who was now full-on glaring at all the innocent happening around him.

“Hey, Cap!” Eva greeted Steve with a mock salute, then turned to Johann. “Who’s the grumpy guy?”

Steve sighed. “This is Johann Schmidt. Red Skull. Hydra leader—”

Eva ignored the intimidating introduction and walked right up to Johann with a twinkle in her eye. “Do you need a hug?” she asked brightly.

Johann’s eyes widened in horror. “Nein!” he grumbled, his German accent heavy with frustration. “Ich will keinen—” But before he could finish, you were already beside Eva, both of you grinning at him like he was the best thing since chocolate cake.

“Hugs make everything better,” you chirped, while Eva nodded in agreement.

Without waiting for permission, you and Eva lunged forward and hugged Johann tightly. He flinched but couldn’t escape, tied down as he was. His frustration only grew as he mumbled angrily under his breath, but to you and Eva, he was just like a big, grumpy teddy bear.

Steve, meanwhile, was trying—and failing—to keep a straight face as he watched the two of you hugging one of the most dangerous villains in history.

“I… I’m not sure this is what I had in mind for your Hydra lesson,” Steve muttered, scratching his head.

Johann, looking completely defeated, stopped struggling. “This is torture!” he groaned dramatically, but you just giggled.

“Uncle Steve,” you called over your shoulder, “I think he just needs more hugs.”

Steve sighed but smiled. “You know, maybe Hydra would’ve been less evil if they’d had you two around…”

Og:Bye!! Have a great day/afternoon/night!! ^^

Eva winked at Steve. “Told you, Cap. Hugs fix everything.”

And so, while Johann Schmidt muttered angrily in German, tied to a chair, and Steve Rogers tried to figure out how to explain anything about Hydra with you and Eva around, the room filled with innocent giggles, making even the most serious lesson in history utterly adorable.

Og:bye! Have a great day/afternoon/night!! ^^

[thesecretwriter]

more than just friends (part 4) – steve roger

pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: angst – steve has a nightmare, fluff – sweet sweet floof and a little kiss from steve.

summary: It’s the middle of the night and you’re awoken by the screams of Steve. Making your way to him without hesitation is your first instinct. The small display of care lead things in a direction which assures a good outcome. Steve had always found comfort in you, even when it was something mundane.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: here’s part 4! hope you like it. more to come in part 5 – would you guys wants smut in that part? genuinely curious bc i feel like i haven’t emphasised the tension between steve and the reader.

minors/ageless blogs dni.

Masterlists

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Steve finds himself in a room that resembled a 1940’s infirmary.

A nurse walks in with a clipboard claiming that she needs conduct a routine check-up.

Something’s not right…

He wakes from the bed and pushes past the nurse as the screams and shouts of the howling commanders echo from the door the nurse walked through. He needs to find them; he needs to help them. He ran out the very same door the nurse came from.

“Captain Rogers, wait!” the nurse’s voice fades as Steve finds himself now walking on the battlefield alongside Bucky – who looks like his usual 40’s self.

“I knew you always had it in you, punk” Bucky said as they marched across the battlefield together. Steve smiled at Bucky, knowing his friend was safe and at his side.

When Steve moved his gaze straight ahead of him, his surroundings changed.

He was now stood in front of a mirror with his post-serum self staring back at him.

“The great Captain America, God’s righteous man,” a menacing voice said behind him.

He turned around to find the source of the voice, however no one was there. When he looked back to the mirror, the red skull was looking at him in his reflection.

“Changing your appearance with that serum did nothing but show me how weak you are. How it took such a modification for people to actually listen to you,” The red skull mocked him.

Steve diverted his gaze from the reflection and clenched his fists to retain his anger, but a choked sob made his return his gaze.

There the red skull stood, with his hand around your neck causing your feet to barely touch the ground.

“Steve,” the broken tone in your voice made his heart stop.

Without hesitation, he began to run towards you. However, the ground beneath him seemed to move on its own, preventing him from reaching you.

The ominous laugh of the red skull along with the choked sobs coming from you was pure torture to Steve. He watched as a final squeeze caused all colour to drain from your face, and then the red skull let you go. You lay limb on the ground.

Steve woke up with a loud ‘NO’ leaving his lips and a thin layer of sweat coating him. As he took deep breaths in to calm himself, his room door opened to reveal you.

Even with concern etched on your face, Steve was relieved to see that you’re okay.

“I heard screaming,” you made your way beside him and sat on the bed.

It took a moment for Steve to say something, and you observed the way his hands were shaking, and his breaths were laboured.

“I-I had a nightmare,” his words were broken, and his tone held a hint of fear in them as he tried to maintain a tough exterior.

This wasn’t the first time you had come to Steve’s aid in the dead of night when he awoke from a nightmare, but it was definitely the first time in a long time since its happened.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you ask him, knowing that this has worked in the past, however when Steve shook his head in reply you knew it was a bad one.

He reached out for your hand.

“Can I hold you, please? Like I use to?” he looked so vulnerable in that moment.

“Of course,” you replied and moved the blanket to lay beside him. His big hands tucked you alongside him, holding you close as if you’d disappear before his very eyes.

The room was silent as you both stared up at his ceiling, which was still decorated with the glow in the dark stickers you got him. The familiarity of being in his arms brought about the feelings you were trying to forget. Being with him like this felt normal, it felt like this is where you belonged.

After his confession of his love for you, things had been somewhat normal. Only this time you knew how he felt about you, but you and him knew he needed to overcome things before moving forward.

“I think… the more I talk to my therapist about my trauma, the more it subconsciously plagues my mind,” he explained.

You moved your gaze to look at him.

“Has it been helping you? Talking about everything?” you ask curiously.

He nodded his head in reply.

“Its putting life into perspective for me, making me realise all the rights and wrongs…” he trailed off as though he had more to say, the conflicting look in his eyes confirmed this.

You moved closer to him and let your hand cup his face, so he was now looking at you.

“Y’know you can talk to me, right? Even if its something about therapy or mundane things,”

“I know,” he said with a sigh and let his eyes move from your eyes to your lips.

“I saw something that reminded me of you today,” you changed the topic to ease his mind.

“Yeah? What was it?” he was curious.

“A golden retriever,”

Steve raised a brow at your words and even in the dimly lit room, he could see the smile on your face.

“I was at the park, and he ran over to me, completely knocked the air out of me. Then there was this little black cat. And you’d assume the dog wouldn’t like the cat or vice versa, but the cat warmed up to the dog and he proceeded to play with the cat, in such a gentle manner,”

Steve loved when you rambled on about everything and anything. It brought ease into his mind.

“So, you think I’m gentle?” is what Steve was getting from what you were saying.

“Pretty much, it reminded me about how you are with me… or any of us. You’re a good leader with a strong will to do the right thing, but you’re also the gentlest giant. When I get hurt on a mission, you make sure to handle me with care,” your hands draw patterns on his clothed chest as you distractedly complete your sentence.

“Is that how you see me? Even after…” he trails.

“Yes, even after everything. What I’m trying to say is despite everything you’ve been through, you’re still a good person. You’ve been a good person from the start,”

His chest vibrated in laughter.

“This started off with me reminding you of a golden retriever and ended with you saying the sweetest thing about me,” he leaned over you and kissed your forehead.

“Just trying to fulfill the part of my being your…” you stopped yourself short, not thinking before speaking.

He smiled at your words and looked into your eyes, seeing the panic.

“By being more than just a friend,” he completed your sentence.

And ever so gently, he brought his lips to yours. Capturing them in a sweet kiss which spoke and expressed every emotion the two of you shared for each other.

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[writing-nothing-but-spilled-ink]

To the people calling x men woke ummm sorry to break this to you but umm the x men have always been woke and not only are the x men woke but so isn't captain America because he fights fucking red skull witch is a fucking Nazi and he fights for freedom, dark horse comics Hellboy hes woke because he 1. Doesn't stand for social injustices and 2. Fights Nazis on sight literally on sight the second he sees a Nazi symbol he's brawling,.. literally all your favorite superheroes and villains are woke in some way at one point the Fucking joker beats the shit out of red skull because he finds out he's a Nazi and jokers explanation is a long the lines of nobody likes Nazis and he's canonically bisexual, cross dressing has been in comics for fucking decades to so people being so uncomfortable because Gambit is in a fucking crop top or because what you presume to be a male is in what you think is feminine clothing is actually insane and incredibly stupid...if y'all wanna be mad about gambit where's that energy for when joker crossdresses or for that matter when any male character crossdresses... They're are so many examples of superheroes, anti heroes, and villains alike being woke like come on now be fucking for real..

I have no idea what comic this panel is from I'll try to find out and add it to the post

In case y'all don't believe me about joker heres a panel taken from one of the Batman comics

NOTE: I'LL ADD IN WHAT COMICS BOTH THESE PANELS ARE FROM AS SOON AS I FIND OUT

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

The decline and fall of two wolverines

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS!!!

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Warnings: idk yet. The brain emoji represents when a flashback is starting.

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🧠

I tried to murder Jean Grey.

I say tried because nothing can happen in the mansion without Xavier poking around in your brain.

'Are you sure that's what you want to do?'

'You know you can't turn back after this'

'Your better than this, you know that'

His voice echoed painfully through my head. I held my dagger tightly as tears streamed from my eyes.

'Come to me, child'

The pain grew deeper. Invading each cavity of my skull and destroying my senses completely. It was unbearable, and I thought I might explode within seconds if I didn't get out of here soon.

'STOP. FOR GODSAKE STOP IT!'

And this is when I learnt that I could talk back.

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The mission to destroy Cassandra Nova was not going to be easy. Despite Wade's excitement to, and i quote verbatim 'absolutely shred some fucking skulls' it turns out I would end up siding with Logan, who also felt strongly that this was a horrible idea.

"You are going to get killed." I put my head in my hands.

"It's worth it, we'd rather die doing this than die here like cowards" Elektra scoffed.

I glared at her and stood up. The floorboards beneath me creaked eerily as I strode toward elektra with a slit eyes.

''Are you calling me a coward?"

I watched the woman gulp. "No, I called him a coward. He's the one forcing you to stay here," she pointed at Logan, who furrowed his brows and expelled his long silver claws from both hands.

A coward?

A fucking coward?

I held up my hand, and within an instant, it began to transform into a long knife. From my wrist to the top of my head was a silver blade.

I wish I could say I had a cool name for it. But I don't. I'm just a human katana.

"I'm sure your a great person, but unless you want to start drinking through a fucking straw I suggest you apologize"

The room was silent. I felt as if i had ruined their moment, but I didn't care.

"Sorry, you're not a coward." she rolled her eyes and walked off.

I retracted my hand blade, but Logan still held his own out, the shining metal claws protruding ominously as he stood in the light of the window.

I turned around and looked at everyone.

"Motherfucker that was scary as shit. I almost cut off my own dick to stop you doing it with that fucking thing"

Even Wade's joke couldn't stop my anger. I wasn't going with them. They were all going to die anyways. I'd rather hear of it than be there to watch it.

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🧠

I'm not sure that there's anyone left on earth who understands what loss means.

Yes, it's death. Yes, it's watching life drain from a person. But it can be the loss of your life together too and the loss of their love and their voice, how their breathing sounds and how they laugh.

Hell what the fuck do I know. After all what have I truly lost?

God fucking damn it.

The years at the TVA were not as smooth going as I had initially hoped. Each day was something new, another disaster. I had even written a list of the reoccurring people, the ones that we could basically never get rid of.

Monday: always scarlet witch. Always so tattered and torn, shivering with heartbreak and anger of grief.

Tuesday: Loki's. Loki's of every kind. Ragnarok Loki's, TVA Loki's, jotun Loki's even.

Wednesday: Perhaps the most shattering of all, we would get iron man variants quite often. Sometimes, a zombie sometimes just before the blip. Most times, it was before he built the iron Man suit at all.

Thursdays: Captain America. Now, these were tough ones. Their were a fucking lot of these. Zombie ones, soldier ones, ones still frozen somehow. Pre serum ones. Ones where he works for HYDRA. Those are the scariest ones, the red skull Steve Rogers is not for the faint hearted.

Fridays: Fridays were... well Friday.

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I sat outside the hut as the others geared up for their mission. Logan had come with me, but he didn't say much. My Logan talked way too much, so it was awkward hearing him be so silent.

"Your not going?" I spoke.

"Nah. I don't have the fucking patience for it"

A small moment of silence ensued before Logan spoke again.

"That hand thing you can do," he started. "Is it all over you?"

I scratched my neck and yawned. "To be honest, I've never thought of it"

I looked at my legs and stretched them out. "If I could have knife legs it would sure make walking interesting" I laughed

Logan beside me chuckled. God, he even laughs like him.

"I thought I was the only one who had this kind of power," he said as he brought out one of his claws.

"I thought I used to be as well. Your claws are made of adamantium aren't they? Well your entire skeleton is isn't it?"

He replied with a hum. "So what's yours then? Stainless steel?" He joked

I laughed at his words. "No. Actually, it's Vibranium"

"Vibranium, huh? What's that like a vibrating metal?"

It occurred to me then and there that this Logan doesn't know about the multiverse.

"No, it's uh, one of the earths strongest metals. like from wakanda?" I smiled nervously.

Apparently, something in him ticked off as I said that. He grew out the rest of his claws on his hand and pushed me against the tree behind me with one swift move. I was crushed between adamantium spikes and a rough tree.

He scowled at me.

"You will never be my wife." He spat

Venom laced the air around us. Encasing me in a bubble of fear.

"You might look like her and talk like her, hell you even fucking smell like her, that stupid fucking flower scent. Follows you around like a lost puppy"

The hate in his eyes grew each word. "You are not my fucking wife and I don't give a single fuck about what happened in your universe, whether you saved my life or not, I hope in every single one of them, you fucking die"

[nekoannie-chan]

Olden

Title: Olden.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Modified!Reader.

Word count: 258 words.

Square: A3 “Body horror.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve cannot save his beloved ones from HYDRA.

Major Tags: Kidnapping, body horror.

Additional tags: This my entry to @steverogersbingo Steve Rogers Bingo round 3. SB3090.

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Early 1945

Everyone was talking about what a great team you and Steve were and the missions to overthrow HYDRA so far, even though you had lost Bucky.

With this latest mission, you were hoping to finally get to the Red Skull; however, you had a feeling that a group of Hydra agents surrounded you and Steve. The last thing you remembered was seeing Steve's shield, and then everything went dark; you didn't know for how long.

2012

Steve entered Fury's office with a serious look on his face. He found it odd that he was being called urgently.

“We think we've found Y/N," Nick said bluntly.

“Excuse me?“ Steve was skeptical; his last few days had been a bit strange, and the last thing he needed was a joke.

Nick proceeded to explain that they weren't sure it was you since everything seemed to indicate that they had tried to weaponize you to serve Hydra.

Steve looked at you, waiting for you to wake up. He didn't know how he was going to explain everything that had happened all those years ago.

“Steve... You died, didn't you? Or so I heard." Your voice sounded confused as if you didn't know what had happened to you.

Steve made a huge effort to smile. Even though he wanted to cry, he had already been told about all the modifications HYDRA had made to you to turn you into another one of her killing machines.

“A lot of things happened, Y/N, but don't worry, we're in this together.“

[bluekat12345]

TFRB x AEMH: We'll Be Fine

This crossover is from the brilliant mind of @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal, check them out, they are amazing!

Not necessarily a songfic, but this was inspired by the song "We'll Be Fine" from Epic the Musical on YouTube. I thought it would work with Cody and Captain America. Hope you enjoy reading!

"Alright, just like we practiced." Captain America, AKA Steve Rogers, instructed.

"Yes, sir!" Cody nodded. The boy stood in front older man, raising his arms and getting into a boxing stance.

Captain Rogers smiled. Then he crouched down so he was closer to Cody's height, and raised his hands, which had boxing mitts. "Let's start with the warm-up. Go!"

At that command, Cody began punching the boxing mitts, alternating from left to right, keeping at a steady pace.

After arriving to Griffin Rock, Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers, had worked closely with the Burns family, their bot partners, and the Greene family, growing fond of them all. Steve in particular had been growing rather close to the Burns, especially Cody. The other Avengers would often tease about Cody being his sidekick.

Steve couldn't deny that he had grown fond of the youngest member of the Burns family. The team figured it was because of how similar Cody was to Steve, but it was more than that.

He felt at ease around Cody, he felt he didn't have to be Captain America, he could just be Steve Rogers, and Cody accepted, and even liked that, which was honestly refreshing, given how many people admired Captain America while never acknowledging Steve Rogers. And he often found himself admiring Cody, despite his young age, Cody had a strong, courageous, and noble spirit, the kind that was so rare to find these days.

"Kind of like Bucky..." He found himself thinking. He frowned as he shook the thought out of his mind.

He hadn't heard from Bucky for a while now, even before coming to Griffin Rock, but that didn't stop him from thinking about his friend often. Seeing what had happened to him, being frozen like him, only to be found and brainwashed by Hydra and the Red Skull, it haunted him to this day. And it was his fault that Bucky had to endure all that.

"Captain Rogers?" He heard Cody ask. Facing the boy, Steve saw that Cody had stopped punching his mitts, and was looking at him with concern, it was a look he was too familiar with. "Are you okay?"

Steve forced a small smile. "I'm fine." Then he brought his hands in front of Cody again. "Now, c'mon. Back to work."

But Cody didn't start punching, he lowered his hands and continued to look at Steve. "Captain, something is bothering you."

Steve gave another smile, a melancholier one. "It's nothing you need to worry about, son. Its personal things."

"Oh, okay." Cody said. "But if you need to talk, I'm here listen."

Steven couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his throat. When Cody gave him a confused look, he apologized. "Sorry, it's just...you remind me a lot of a friend of mine."

Steve sat down on a bench and Cody quickly sat by his side. He took a moment to remove the mitts from his hands, then he spoke.

"Like you, he was young, but one of the bravest people I've ever met, honestly, he's still one of bravest people I know." Steve started with a smile. "We worked together, fighting the good fight, protecting people, and he had a way of inspiring me to be the best I could be, even better. He has a strong heart, and he always knew how to give me the strength I needed when I felt I didn't have any left."

"He sounds noble." Cody commented with a smile.

"He is." Steve replied. "Some might say I was a mentor to him, but truth be told, I learned just as much, maybe more, from him."

"Where is he now?" Cody asked. The moment Steve stopped smiling; Cody quickly added. "I'm sorry, I-"

"You're fine, son." Steve assured. "He's still alive, I just don't know where he is at the moment. We've...grown apart." Then he sighed. "And honestly, it's probably better that way."

Cody frowned. "What do you mean?"

Steve opened his mouth but quickly closed it. There was a lot he wanted to say, but he shouldn't be saying these things to Cody. He was just a boy; he shouldn't dump this on to him.

Finally, he said. "A lot happened between us, a majority of it being my fault, he's been...hurt because of me. But you don't need to concern yourself with that. I shouldn't even be telling you all of this. Forgive me."

Then he stood up. "You really miss him a lot." He heard Cody say.

"I just...wish I could at least know how he's doing, where he is." Steve confessed quietly. "At least so I could sleep at night knowing he's okay."

There was another moment of silent, he wasn't sure what else he could say, he honestly wasn't sure if he even wanted to say anything else. He honestly felt that he said too much, this wasn't Cody's problem, and he shouldn't have vented to a child, even if said child was willing to listen.

"Captain Rogers," Cody started. "I don't know who your friend is or what he's like, but I'm sure he wouldn't be as unforgiving as you think."

Steve couldn't help but let out a light scoff. "What makes you so sure?"

"Well, you said he was a lot like me." Cody replied. "And spending time with you has been great! Working on your motorcycle, learning how to box, I feel stronger every day! And I see you as a great friend, so I know I would do what I can to keep our friendship going."

Despite the conversation, Steve couldn't help but smile a little at Cody's words.

Then Cody continued. "And so, I think while things between you two may not be great right now, that doesn't mean you should give up on your friendship with him. You should go find him and talk to him."

"I wish it was that simple." Steve said.

"I know it isn't." Cody admitted. "I don't know what happened, and maybe things won't be like they used to be, but your friendship sounds special to you, and that's something worth trying to save. And I know you would never do anything to purposely hurt your friend, and if your friend really knows you as much as you say he does, I'm certain he knows that too. So that's why that I truly think that with time, work, patience, and cooperation, you two will be fine in the end."

Steve stared at the boy, not really sure how to respond to his words. On one hand, he felt like a fraud. Cody had spoken so highly of him and their friendship, but Cody didn't know everything, and Steve was sure that if Cody knew the full story, he wouldn't think so highly of Steve. And he felt like such a coward for not telling Cody everything, but he somehow felt even worse for even telling Cody the thing he had at all, this wasn't Cody's problem, he shouldn't burden the boy with this.

But on the other, it also filled him with a small sense of hope, it made him think that maybe there was a chance. If Cody could say what he said with such confidence, then maybe it was possible. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but the boy's words inspired him to want to try to. His words made him want to stop wallowing in self-pity and actually try.

"I don't know if we really will be fine." Steve thought. "But I don't want to lose you again, Bucky. Even we can't be like we used to be, maybe we really will be able to work this out. Maybe we'll be fine."

Steve smiled at Cody and ruffled his hair. "You're a good kid."

Cody smiled. "Thanks!"

Sorry if this is inconsistent to the show(s) or of any character is out of character, I'm a bit rusty when it comes to AEMH. And also sorry for taking so long to write this. Still, I hope you enjoyed reading!