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Redemption

Title: Redemption Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: None Word Count: 627 Pairings: Bucky x Reader Square Filled: Anxiety Prompt: Song prompt for @welldonebeca #becassongchallenge “Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons Summary: Finally you get your chance at redemption. A/N: This is purely fictional. Not my best work, but here it is. This is also for my submission to @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card

The rest of your team was gone, you were the last one remaining.  It was you or him and you’d rather it be the latter.  Filled with anxiety, your nerves were shot. You sat there with your heart racing trying to calm yourself, but it felt like the air was getting thin and you were just punched so hard in the gut that you struggled with each breath you take.  

You close your eyes and take two deep breaths in as you steady yourself.  This was it, this was what you trained your whole life for.  This was why you became one of them.  Not to cower behind some barrier as your team got picked off one by one, each hoping they could be the one to take him down, but instead they were taken out.  No it was up to you, you were born for this.  

You stood up and faced him, giving him that glare.  You know the one, the one that told others that you meant business. The look that could make the toughest opponent cringe with fear.  The fear and anxiety in your subsided and you were now in beast mode.  You could smell the fear emanating from his direction….he reeked of it, but not you. You thrived off it.

You may have started out anxious and timid, but now you were filled with adrenaline.  You loved it, adrenaline coursed through your veins and there was nothing to stand in your way from getting what you wanted.

The familiar voices of Nat, Wanda, and Hope echoed in your ear as they tried to warn you, to keep you out of harm's way, but you didn’t listen.  Once you got going there was no stopping you.  It wasn’t because you were being cocky, no it was because you were ready.  You were going to do whatever it takes to finally take him down once and for all.

Without another thought you ran full speed ahead, as fast as your weary legs could take you dodging shots fired at you left and right.  Diving behind walls, barriers, whatever you could to shelter you from the rain of fire, but no matter what you didn’t stop.  You assessed your surroundings to find a way past the blockade.  The closer you got the more he reeked of fear and defeat.  You pushed forward causing him to fall back till he no where else to go and there you were.  Face to face.  You stared into his eyes.  You wanted him to see, to remember who it was that was taking him out.  Just when you thought he would give up he surprised you and raised his weapon once more and pulled the trigger.  Nothing...he pulled again and still nothing.  His eyes grew wide as you raised your weapon and set to unload your gun on him.  *Splat, splat, splat,* reverberate in the air and could be heard from miles away as his body staggered as each shot you took hit their target.  

The look of disappointment on Bucky’s face when he realized that he had lost and you were the new champion was evident.  He never suspected you to come at him like that.  Finally you had beaten him.  You and you alone.  You couldn’t help but smile in victory.  No longer would you have to endure his constant teasing of how you’d lost yet another round of paintball to him.  

He never went to the field to participate in the paintball challenge, he said it just wasn’t the same after you beat him.  You felt a little bad for him when Sam and Steve teased him. Taken down by a girl, his girl.  

You’d make it up to him in other ways. 

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Trick or Treat

Title: Trick or Treat Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: A curse word here and there, fluff, smut, NSFW **18+ Only ** Word Count:  1550 Pairings: Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, Sam (Platonic)  Steve x Reader Square Filled: Spiders Prompt: Witch/Warlock, Apple Orchard/In the cellar Summary: For some reason you agreed to go with Natasha and Wanda to a Halloween party in the middle of nowhere. This was either going to be best Halloween ever or someone might get hurt. A/N: This is purely fictional.  This is for my submission for @little-red-83 #redsspookywritingchallenge and @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card 

“Tell me again, why I agreed to this” you looked at the garment bag lying on your bed and groaned inwardly. “Oh yeah, because Nat threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t.”

“Not bodily harm.  She just said that you might regret it if you don’t.” Wand replied.

“What’s the difference” you mumbled.

Wanda just laughed at you and shook her head. “You’re such a drama queen.”

“Yeah...well you still love me anyway.” you yelled as she walked back to her room to finish getting ready.

You really didn’t want to go to this party.  You had a long shitty day at work and all you wanted to do was sit on the couch and gorge yourself on Halloween candy and binge watch reality tv.  Oh but no, Nat had other plans for you.  She had told you about this party weeks ago and even suggested that she go and pick up the costumes so you could come straight home and get ready.  

You knew it was going to be a losing battle so you just resigned and went to your bedroom where you found that bag from MJ’s costume Emporium.  You exhale the breath you had been holding and stare at the garment bag once more.  You decide you like being in the land of the living even if your life sucked, so you suck it up and start getting ready.  

Once you’ve showered, fixed your hair and makeup you open the bag.  Figures leave it to Natasha Romanoff to get you a witch costume. You can hear Nat and Wanda talking in the living room, but couldn’t make out what they were saying until Nat yelled at you.  “Come on, move your ass!”

“Fine!” You yell back.

You get dressed, grab your purse and keys and head out the door.  “Let’s go you two before I change my mind.”  

They drove a couple hours outside the city to Clint’s place. You’d never been there before but he had several acres of land.  The house sat in the middle of the land and what you made out as an apple orchard surrounding it.  On a normal day in the daylight you were sure it looked normal and beautiful, but tonight it had an ominous feel to it.  

Clint was in the kitchen mixing some kind of crazy concoction together as he talked to Sam and Bucky when the three of you walked in.  You noticed that Sam was dressed as a vampire much like Wanda, Bucky and Sharon were pirates, Thor was dressed like a priest and Jane a nun, while Clint was Robin Hood and Nat Maid Marion.  It was undeniable that this was all planned out as a couples costume party, unfortunately you were there alone. There was no ying to your yang.  You tried not to think about the fact that you didn’t have a costume partner, nor that the one person you had hoped would be there wasn’t.  

Soon the room felt claustrophobic, yet alone.  You felt flushed and out of breath, you needed to leave, needed air so you snuck out and walked out amongst the trees.  The cool air on your skin was a welcome change. The sweet smell of apple filled the air as you continued your walk.  You just kept walking with no clear destination in mind until the cold night air sent shivers down your spine and you headed back to the house.  Problem was you weren’t paying attention to where you were going and you got lost from wandering too far into the orchard.  

With no way to call for help you begin to panic.  Fear of being stuck out in the cold all night overrode your senses.  How could you have been so stupid to wander around without your phone or even your coat. You were sure you’d freeze to death.  As you wandered in the direction you thought you came from you found a cellar.  Inside you found a wood burning stove and a pile of firewood next to it.  

You made quick work at getting a fire going, the warmth quickly removing the chill from your bones.  If you had to you could wait out the night in the cellar till morning and then you’d be able to find your way back to the house.  You just hoped that the others wouldn’t worry about where you had gone.  

The flames from the fire were mesmerizing and you soon find yourself so lost in thought you didn’t realize that someone else had entered the cellar until you heard the crash making you jump up screaming as you looked for a weapon to defend yourself. When you realize who it was you lowered your weapon.  

“Fuck Steve you scared the shit out of me.”

“Y/N...I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean too.”

“How the hell did you know I was in here?”

“I saw you leaving the house and decided to follow you.  I lost you for a bit in the orchard, but then I saw you head down here.”  Steve chuckled as he looked at you.

“What’s so funny?” you glared at him.  Apparently scaring you half to death was amusing to him.

“Nothing” As he burst out laughing. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t some kind of killer clown or something, because I don’t know how effective that…*ahem* toy would have been.”

You look down at your hands and realized what it was that you grabbed to defend yourself with and began laughing hysterically.

“Ew, gross...why the hell...you know what never mind, I don’t even want to know”  you tossed your weapon aside.

The fire was beginning to die out so Steve moved to feed the fire.  As he grabbed a log he let out a girly scream.  

“Steve, what’s wrong...what?”

“Spiders...I fuckin’ hate spiders.”

You had to bite your lip to keep from howling out in laughter.  “Aw, you need me to protect you from the big bad spider Steve?” you teased.  

Steve just glared at you as he stood up and closed the gap between you. “You’re going to pay for laughing at me.”

“Oh really, and what are you going to do about it?”

Before you could utter a sound Steve captured your lips with his.  His teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his tongue darted out and pushed it’s way past your parting lips.  His left hand pulled at the top of your dress exposing allowing him to gently squeeze your breast and pinch your nipple.

You pulled away gasping for air as you tried to catch you breath.  You could already feel the wetness between your legs as your heart raced.  You were trying to make sense of what was happening, but your head was spinning and you couldn’t think straight.  

He leaned down and kissed you once again, but this time he was more gentle, but with the same intense hunger.  He lifted you up and sat you on the table as his tongue continued to explore every inch of each of your mouth till you had to pull away to catch your breath.  Damn this man knew how to kiss.  If he could make you this wet just by kissing you, you could only imagine what it would be like having him between your legs.  

As if he could read your mind he dropped to his knees and in one swift motion rid you of your panties.  You bit your bottom lip as the two of you locked eyes. You drowning in the ocean of blue while he kissed your inner thigh.

You weren’t sure how got to the point, with your head still spinning, but before you knew it he was pushing his hardened member through your slick folds causing a low moan to escape your lips.

So many  nights  you had dreamt of this, having him buried deep inside you as you raked your fingernails over his skin leaving red welts on his back.  You heard him grunt and moan in your ear as he trusted himself deeper and faster inside you.  You threw your head back allowing him suck on the nap of your neck, he thrust his hips into your harder as he gently bit down on the nap of you neck causing your to cry out his name as you clench your walls around him as the two of you came, your orgrasim crashing down around you as your juices mixed together.

Coming down for your high, Steve kissed your forehead and smiled.  “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time Y/N.”

“Me too” you stammered.

“Was it as good as you thought it’d be?”

“Better…..way better” you smiled. “We should probably get back to the party”

As the two of your got redressed you finally noticed Steve’s costume.  Warlock.  She had this planned all along, you’d definitely have to thank Natasha for making you come tonight.  

As the two of you walked hand in hand back to the house you started to laugh out loud.  

“What?” Steve looked at you puzzled.

“Remind me to ask Clint why the fuck was there a hulk sized flesh light in the cellar.”  

“Something tells me that’s a story for another time.” Steve laughed.  

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Stranger In Time

Title: Stranger In Time Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: Fluff Word Count:  1224 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Square Filled: Free Space Prompt: This is for the @peaky-shelby Taylor Swift Song lyric prompt And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years. Summary: Thanos was defeated, Sam and Bucky were back, and Steve went back in time to be with Peggy, but for how long.   A/N: I’m sorry this is so late. This was a difficult challenge. It was harder to just come up with a concept that could convey the sentiment of the lyrics. As well as real life stuff going on and being sick. Hopefully though you enjoy this. This is for my submission to @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card

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He was on his way to his favorite corner coffee shop when he ran into her.  He could tell she knew who he was, but she never said anything.  Maybe she could sense that he didn’t want to attract attention, maybe it was because she didn’t care that he was Captain America; god he could only hope.  The two ended up spending several hours together laughing and talking about everything and nothing. Never once did she want to talk to him about being a super soldier or an Avenger and he admired her for it.  He could feel like Steve Rogers rather than Captain America.

He glanced at his watch and realized that he had to leave, reluctantly he said his goodbyes to her.  It was the first time he enjoyed being with someone other than someone from the team. He had gotten a block away when it dawned on him that he never got her name or number.  He thought about going back to that coffee shop several times to see if he would run into her again, but work got in the way and he never did.

Then it was too late. Things with the Accords, the falling out with Tony, living on the run, and then…..the worst thing that could have ever happened, did.  Thanos won. Half the world’s living was gone.  Bucky, Sam, T’Challa, Wanda and Vision were gone.  Tony was somewhere out in space, and for all he knew, she was gone too. He didn’t know what it was about her, but after that brief encounter, he couldn’t stop thinking about her and now she was gone.  

Finally after five long years, there was a chance.  A chance for the ones left behind to make things right again and bring everyone back.  Steve and Tony had made up and even though their relationship was still a bit rocky, they were working together again to make things right.   They were finally going to have the chance to do what should have been done the first time and defeat Thanos.  

It was a long, hard battle, a battle with sacrifices.  They lost Natasha, her sacrifice allowed for them to gain the soul stone, and Tony, without him, they would have never defeated the mad Titan.  In the end, even though he had gotten Bucky and Sam back he decided that it was time for him to lay down the shield.

So he did it, he took all the stones and returned them where they belonged, but he didn’t come back.  Not right away.  He decided that this was his time to have a life outside of the Avengers, outside of always saving the world.  A life with Peggy Carter, the one woman he thought was the love of his life.

Sure he was happy...his happiness lasted for awhile, but then one day something happened that changed that.  He ran into her.  At least he thought it was her, but it couldn’t be.  He was in the 40’s and she was in a time several years from his own. They talked over coffee as he studied her face, her mannerisms, it was uncanny how she was so similar to the woman he had met in his other world.  There was just no way that she could be there. They went their separate ways and as hard as he tried he couldn’t get past the thought of seeing her, and as the days went by he found he thought of her more and more.  

One day while in the garage he came across his old trunk and rummaged through it.  The contents bringing back memories.  Pictures of him and Bucky from the war.  Ones of Clint, Sam, Thor, Tony and Natasha. His old Avengers uniform lay at the bottom and when he moved it he found something he had forgotten about.  One last vile of Pym particles.  As he held it in his hands his heart ached and his mind raced.  He agonized over it for days.  He was happy with Peggy, she was the love of his life, he was sure of it, but a part of him longed to be back with his friends.  Back with Bucky and Sam and… even though Tony and Natsha were gone he still longed to be where he truly belonged.  

Peggy knew deep down that she could end up losing him again, but this time it was different.  She had the chance to be with him and live a happy life with him, but he didn’t belong there.  So she made the decision for him.  She needed to let him go, he needed to go back.

He didn’t know if was even possible, but it was a risk he was willing to take,  He knew Peggy would be fine, she wasn’t completely alone.  As he stood there in his old uniform he gave her one last kiss and hit the button and before he knew it he was back on that platform again, as though no time had passed.  Sam, Bucky, and Bruce (Hulk) were right where he had left them, standing there waiting for his return with Hulk standing behind the controls.

He hugged them as though he hadn’t seen them in years.  They didn’t realize that for him it had been, but for them it seemed like only minutes.

He went back to his life as an Avenger, of keeping the world safe, and being there for everyone.  Most of his time was spent keeping an eye on Sam and Bucky and trying to prevent them from killing each other with some crazy antics they would force each other to do.  

It had been several months since the mission ended for Steve and life seemed to return to normal; whatever that was, but he still hadn’t seen her again.  He had even gone out of his way to make a trip to the same coffee shop were they first met.  When he hadn’t run into her again he had given up hope in ever doing so.  

Then one day out of the blue he decided to give it one more chance.  Just as he was about to turn the corner to his surprise he ran into her.  She was as beautiful now as he remembered her.  

“Hi Steve, it’s good to see you again.”  

Steve, she called him Steve. Not Captain America, but Steve . She was the first to call him that beyond the fellow Avengers.   They sat down at the same table and spent hours talking, before they parted he made sure to get her name and number.  

He called on her the next day, and the day after that.  It had been two years now since they first met, but it seemed years.  One day he told her about the woman that he saw when he went back in time.  She smiled and left the room only to return with a photo album, as she flipped through the pages she stopped on a picture, a spitting image of the woman sitting next to him.  

It was her grandmother, whom she resembled all the way down to that same familiar smile. He got more than he thought he deserved in life.  A life and family with Peggy, his best friends, and now a life with the woman next to him.  

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Hospital (AU)

Title: Hospital (AU) Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: None Ratings: NC 17 Pairings: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson Square Filled: Hospital (AU)  Summary: Hospital Art with Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson A/N:  @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card #star-spangled-bingo

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Innocent

Title: Innocent Author: @averyrogers83 Warnings: Stalking, angst, violence, death, implied smut, bad language *please do not read this if any of these are triggers* Dark Fic Word Count: 1607 Pairings: Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow Square Filled: Stalker (@star-spangled-bingo) Lawyer (@marvelbingo2019) Prompt: “I wish I knew how to quit you” for @sunmoonandbucky #1.5constellationswritingchallenge Summary: Sam were on trial for murder and the only way to win was to hire the best defense attorney. A/N: This is purely fictional. I am so sorry that this is long overdue, much like many of my stories. This is for my submission to @star-spangled-bingo Bingo Card and @marvelBingo2019 and of course @sunmoonandbucky’s writing challenge. Again please do not read this if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable or are triggers.

Present Day:

“So let me get this right Sam, you’re telling me that Brock Rumlow a prosecuting attorney that you worked with and later on dated was stalking you and broke into your home on the night in question.”

“Yes, that is correct.” replied Sam

“At any time did you feel like Brock was the stalker in question?”

“No. I didn’t even give him a second thought after he left the firm.” Sam words got shaky “Brock often times would ask me out, but after turning him down repeatedly, he just gave up. Then one night when my blind date never showed up I...I” Sam stammered through his words

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Flashback: Two Years Ago

Sam had just finalized the last of the paperwork on his latest case and was about to head home.  It had been a long week and all he wanted to do was attend to that chilled bottle of wine that had been calling his name.  On the way to the elevator he was stopped by Brock Rumlow.  Brock had tried several times since Sam started at the firm to get him to go out on a date, but each time Sam refused, using excuses of workload, meetings, or simple exhaustion.  There was just something about the guy that didn’t sit well with him.  It was probably the way Sam would catch Brock eyeing him up and down like he was a piece of meat rather than a person, a plaything.  

He could feel his body cringe as Brock walked towards him,  praying he wouldn’t ask him out again.

“Hey, congrats on your big win today. If anyone could put that scumbag away it’s you.”

“Um thanks, Rumlow. Well have a good weekend” as Sam continued to the elevator.

“Hey, Sam are you busy tomorrow night?” Scott asked as he rushed to get into the small metal box with Sam.

“No, what’s going on?” Sam asks as the two of them rode down to the lobby floor.

By the time they had gotten to the lobby Scott had convinced him to go on a blind date. Something about an old friend who had just moved to the area.

The next night, dressed in his sharpest Black suit, Sam made his way to the agreed upon meeting place.  He never liked the idea of someone he had never met knowing where he lived.

He ended up waiting at the bar for over an hour but the guy never showed.  Figures it was just his luck.  This is why he never went out and spent most of his time engrossed in work.  He hated the dating scene, it was so...trite.

Sam was on his way out when walked right into the one person he wish Sam hadn’t.  

“Fancy meeting you here Wilson, I thought you had a hot date…”

“Look Rumlow, I’m really not in the mood” Sam cut him off.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it...how about I buy you a drink...just one that’s it.”

As much as he really didn’t want to, he had to admit that Brock wasn’t being the usual asshat, besides he had gotten all dressed up.  

“Fine” Sam conceded, “one drink and that’s it.”

One turned into two, then three. Sam’s opinion of the man before had changed from disgust to intrigue. It had been so long since he had been on a date and was actually having fun.  Sam learned a lot about Brock Rumlow that night, from where he grew up to some of his most embarrassing moments in life. By the end of the night the two of them were leaving the bar together and going back to his place.  That night Brock made him feel things he hadn’t felt for a very long time.

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Present Day:

“You hooked up. Did you go back to your place or his?”

“His. After awhile I thought the guy had changed and we started dating, but after about six months he became too controlling.”

“How so?”

“Every time I turned around Brock was there. If I didn’t come home at a certain time he would call me, when I got home he’d be there even though we weren’t living together.  I just couldn’t take it anymore so I broke up with him.”

“And how did he react to that?”

“He was upset at first, but then I thought he had gotten over it because he wasn’t constantly coming around me in the office, wasn’t constantly calling or texting me. I later found out that he had left the firm.  Then after about a month, maybe two..I started…” Sam looked down at his hands that had been playing with the hem of his shirt..

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Flashback: One Year Ago

Just as Sam thought things were getting back to normal, he began receiving anonymous letters, first at his office, which Sam just ended up throwing aside not giving it much thought, but then they started arriving at his home, mentioning things about what he was wearing or doing, or how they noticed the new painting on the wall.  It was unnerving, he became paranoid.  Constantly looking over his shoulder, feeling as though someone was following him, watching him.  

Things quickly escalated from there. He’d come home to find his bedroom window left unlocked or slightly open.  He felt unsafe and on edge, he resorted to buying a gun and keeping it in the nightstand. Every night when he got home he’d check and re-check to make sure all the windows and doors were securely locked.

He barely slept, dreams of an unknown form standing watch over him at the foot of his bed would jar him out of sleep and keep him awake.

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Present Day:

Faint voices echoed in his head pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Mr. Wilson...Mr. Wilson do you need to take a break?”

“Um..wha..I’m sorry?” Sam’s eyes screwed shut as they tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

“I asked if you needed a break”

Sam cleared his throat, “no, I’m fine”

“You said that you got home that night and made sure that all the doors and windows were locked before you went to bed. Is that correct.”

“Yes”

“How can you be sure that you didn’t miss a window?”

“Because I checked them all three times. It became a ritual to make sure there were locked when I got home, again after I ate, and then again just before bed.”

“What happened next?”

Sam could feel himself get agitated at the thought of what came next.  His mouth went dry so he took a sip of water, but it didn’t relieve the tension.  He felt like his throat would close up any minute as he thought back…..

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That Night:

He had just fallen asleep when he felt the bed move, but before he could do anything a heavy figure had pinned him down and was covering his mouth.  Sam could feel the full weight of the intruder on top of him and as much as he tried he couldn’t move.  

Sam could feel his attacker’s hot breath on his skin as he leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“I tried, damn it I tried” his voice seething with venom “I wish I knew how to quit you, but I can’t...I can’t get you out of my damn mind.”

Sam’s eyes went wide, tears spilling as he willed himself to stay calm and when Brock moved just enough to allow Sam to wiggle free, Sam took that opportunity to push Brock off of him and grab the lamp.  Unfortunately it only made Brock angier.  Sam jerked the drawer of the nightstand open only to find it empty.  

“You looking for this” Brock sneered as he waved his own gun at him. His fight or flight instincts kicked in and Sam ran towards Brock and knocked him off his feet, the gun flying from Brock’s hand as the two struggled on the floor, each trying to grasp for the gun until he heard it...the echo of a gunshot rang in his ears and he saw the shock on Brock’s face as gasped for air.  His body slumped over as Sam saw the life slowly fade from his eyes.

Pushing his body off of him, Sam’s heart raced, his ears rang, and his mind raced.  It seemed like forever before he was able to take some sense of control over his mind and body and forced himself up off the floor and grabbed his phone.  His hands stained with blood shook as he struggled to dial those three simple numbers.  

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Present Day:

It seemed like hours since Sam was on the stand, recounting what had happened to him.  His hands shook as he sat in a holding room as they waited for the jury to return with their verdict.  He knew in his heart he did nothing wrong.  It was self defense, that’s what Steve said.  So sure that Sam would be found innocent even if he didn’t.  

A few more minutes had passed before they were called back into the courtroom and the verdict given.  “Innocent”  the word barely registered in Sam’s head till Steve clasped his shoulder and smiled.  

Sam was grateful for having Steve in his corner not only as his lawyer, but a friend. Because of Steve he was free.  Free to go back to his life, but would Sam ever be truly free; free from seeing a life slip away. Yes he was found innocent, but he’d still have to live with the guilt of taking another man’s life.

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Star Spangled Bingo 2019

Hospital (AU) Graphic

A Birthday Wish Comes True: Steve Rogers

**Innocent**: Sam Wilson

Stranger In time: Steve Rogers

Broken Arrow: Steve Rogers

**We’re Getting Married**: Steve Rogers

**Tangled Dream**: Stucky

**Trick or Treat**: Steve Rogers

Redemption: Bucky Barnes

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We’re Getting Married

Author: Darlin’ and Vixen

Warnings: Smut, fluff, more smut

Rating: NSFW 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been together for a couple years now, you both share the same birthday, but have not been in the same place to celebrate it together till now. Part 2/2.

Square(s) Filled: Prostate Milking for Marvel Bingo by @shield-agent78 @marvelbingo

Cuddling by @shield-agent78 for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo / Watching the Sunset by @averyrogers83 for Star Spangled Bingo @star-spangled-bingo

Words: 1679

A/N: Another collaborative fic from the smut duo of Darlin’ and Vixen to celebrate the one and only Steven Grant Rogers “Captain America” and his birthday. Beautiful edit made by our lovely @hotoffthepressfics

image You were completely spent from the activities your activities that you had a bit of a time walking back to the patio to meet up with your friends. Luckily Steve was there to keep you upright. The two of you laughing and whispering as you got back to the pool just in time for Tony and Rhode to call the dinner bell.

“Thank god, I’m starving.” you exclaimed giving Steve a quick peck on the cheek before heading for the food, leaving him behind laughing at you.

“So punk, did you do it?” inquired Bucky. He knew what Steve was up to, he had planned it for months now, enlisting the help of Nat and Wanda to find out what kind of ring to get and the right size, while he and Bucky went into the city to find the perfect ring.

“Yea…” He watched you as you stealthy moved through the line, cutting in front of Sam, leaving him whining behind you.

“And…..” Bucky impatiently waited for a response.

“And, yes…she said yes, We’re getting married.” Nat and Wanda squilled joyfully.

“Let’s see the ring, Capsicle” Tony joked with a grin.

“Ring ya, I haven’t given it to her yet. She hasn’t opened the box yet…we got kind of sidetracked.” Steve admitted. Bucky snickered at his friend.

“Ya, right and you got in a fight with a tiger,” motioning to Steve’s back.

“Um, yeah, she was a ferocious one at that..” you laughed coming up from behind. “You really need to do something about that, old man.” giving Steve a playful tease.

“Watch it kitten.” Steve sassed. “Remember I still have a diamond collar for you.”

“Oh, kinky..” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Hey, come on, there’s kids present!” Tony motioned towards Sam.

“Hey! I am a grown ass man, with childlike tendencies.” Sam quipped back.

“Yes,” you Wanda and Natasha answered almost simatainualy. Sam fished in his pocket revealing a small back box and tossed it to Steve as he put down his plate.

“Ooo, give me,” you smiled reaching for the box. Steve pulled it out of your reach.

“Not so fast, you are going to have to wait now after that old man comment.”

“Stevie..“ you whined.

"The price you pay, I warned you about that, thought proved that earlier.”

“Yes you did.” You bit you bottom lip coyly.

“Eww, we don’t need to go any further.” The group groaned.

You gave him and pout and quiently ate your food as Wanda and Natasha peppered you with questions about your dream wedding. You answered them the best you could looking over to Steve for support as he talked with the guys. All you really wanted was something small maybe on a beach surrounded by your family or friends. Hell, you didn’t care if Steve and you eloped as long as you were both together. After what felt like ten rounds of questions you quietly excused yourself and made your way toward the dock overlooking the lake. The warm summer breeze whipping through your hair. You stood overlooking the glistening water as you fidgeted with the ties of your suit.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”Steve asked as he placed his arms around you waist letting out a little sigh.

“Sorry, just had to step away for a bit. I think Nat and Wanda are overly excited about a big wedding and…and I don’t need all that. I just want it to be intimate and low key. Unless that’s what you want" she looked at him questionly.

“Sweetheart, whatever you want is fine.” You look up over your shoulder at this wonderful man and give him a small smile. “Better?” You nod your head yes. “Good, let’s get back. I still have your present to give you only if you don’t call me old again.”

“Yes, Cap.” you smile, “You know I only say that to get you riled up.” Wiggling your eyebrow at him as the two of you walk back to the patio hand in hand.

When you arrived back at the pool area the two of you enjoyed time with your friends, eating, drinking, and laughing. As the sun began to set Steve took you down by the lake to finally give you your present.

The warm wind blew rushing the tree leaves as you two sat on the bench overlooking the last of the sun’s rays danced across the lake. You watched in silence for a moment until Steve shifted in his seat, “So, I have something for you, I just hope you like it.” He pulled out the little black box for earlier and held it in the palm of his hand. You gazed down upon it as he flipped the top open. In side was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The platlam ring consisted of a round center diamond surrounded by a circle of blue sapphires and an outer ring of red rubies. It resembled his shield! You loved it immediately. You beamed as you stared wide eyed at the ring in disbelief. “Do you like it?” He asked nervously.

“Steve it’s beautiful! I love it. Can I wear it now?!. .” Steve pretended to give you a gruff look stopping you in your tracks, “ugh please?” Steve slips it onto your ring finger and leans over kissing you gently on the lips, then wrapped his arm around you as the two of you watched the sunset in the horizon. You laid your head on his shoulder as you cuddled next to one another and watched the day disappear into night as Tony’s fireworks show began to fill the night sky.

“Let’s go baby, I have one more thing to show you.”you took him by the hand and made your way back to your room.

“Oh, what’s that?” Steve inquired.

“The second part of your birthday present.” you cooed. You entered your shared room and made Steve sit down on the bed. “Don’t move Cap,” you teased placing a finger onto his lips. He nipped at it making you smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You slipped into the slinky lingerie number you picked out especially for this today. The top was cropped and did very little to cover anything, but that was the point. The red, white, and blue fabric hugged the curve of your breasts nicely, a solitary button holding it together between your cleavage. A strip of loose fabric draped along the top of your ribs adding a nice, delicate touch to the ensemble. You then finished the look with white silk thigh high stockings that you attached to the matching garter belt. You looked yourself over one more time before opening the door and entered the room.

Steve’s eyes widened as soon as he saw you step out of the bathroom. He drank you in like a slow whiskey. “Come here,” he commanded his voice dropping an octave. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip as you walk over to him. You stand in front of him ding for him to touch you. He slowly runs his large hands up your clothed legs stopping at your behind as he gives it a little swat causing you to jump forward. Steve gives you a teasing smirk. “Just a little punishment for the old man comment from earlier.”

You giggle in response,”Yes, Captain. Do you like your gift?”

“Like is not the word for it Sweetheat, you look sexy as hell.” He begins to run his large hands up and over your breasts causing you to moan. “Do you like that baby? Answer your Captain.”

“Mmm, yes sir.” you can already feel your panties getting wet as he continues to caress one breast and then the other, gently pinching your nipples as you moan out in pleasure. His free hand lightly running up your stockinged leg stopping at your ass giving it a squeeze. He unhooks your garter belt from the left leg and runs his large hands down them as he rolls down your stocking. His fingertips dance along your legs giving you chills. Steve repeats his action for the right leg. He runs his hands back up your legs again causing you to moan out, “St.teve.”

“Tell me what you want baby girl? What you need.”

“Y. .you, Cap I need you.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you down onto his lap. His erection pressing hard against your waist. You quickly remove the trunks he was still wearing from earlier to free his hardening member. You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed his thick throbbing cock buried deep inside you. You take your hands and rub the length of his shaft as you give his balls a little squeeze. He moans out your name causing you to smirk. You kiss him deeply running your hand over his shaft again the pad of your thumb runs over the tip spreading the pre-cum as you stroke his cock.

“Fuck baby I got to get in you now or I’m not going to last,” he grunts. You give him a coy smile.

“Yes, sir.” You aline him with your entrance as you sink down onto his large member. Your head falls back in ecstasy as you rock your hips against his. Steve sucks and nips at the sweet spot on your neck. You feel your walls clap down around him as pleasure begins to build up in your belly. “Steve. . please don’t stop.” You arms wrap around his neck as your head drops on his shoulder, your movements quicken as you could feel yourself erupt as you hit your orgasm,

Steve comes spilling his hot seed into you with grunts and curses falling from his lips. Your bodies still as the two of you try to bring your frenzied breathing back to normal. He pulls out leaving you feeling empty. “I love you Mrs. Rogers, Happy Birthday.” He mumbles placing a kiss on top of your head.

You sigh happily and content “I love you too, Mr. Rogers.”