#steggy x y/n

[nekoannie-chan]

Triángulo

Triángulo

Título: Triángulo

Fandom: Marvel, Capitán América.

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora, ligeramente Steggy.

Palabras: 538 palabras.

Clasificación: B.

Sinopsis: Steve tiene sentimientos por dos personas.

Advertencias: Triángulo amoroso.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para I love you 3000 Writing Bonanza! con las frases:

Tropa: Triángulo amoroso.

Diálogo: "Nunca imaginé mi vida sin ti."

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, versión en inglés.

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1944

Habías conocido a Steve desde que eran niños, pero tus sentimientos por él habían crecido conforme ustedes habían crecido.

Steve, por su parte, te había revelado en más de una ocasión que había alguien más en su vida: Peggy Carter. Aunque intentabas no mostrarlo, cada vez que Steve mencionaba su nombre, un dolor punzante atravesaba tu pecho.

Había días en los que Steve parecía más distante, más perdido en sus pensamientos. Sabías que su mente estaba dividida entre sus sentimientos por ti y los que tenía por Peggy.

Una noche, Steve y tú caminaban en silencio, hasta que llegaron a un pequeño banco cerca del lago.

—¿En qué piensas, Steve? —preguntaste, rompiendo el silencio. Él suspiró y se sentó en el banco.

—En muchas cosas —respondió finalmente—. En lo que significa todo esto... en lo que estoy haciendo, en lo que quiero para mi futuro.

—¿Y has llegado a alguna conclusión?

—No quiero hacerte daño —dijo en voz baja—. Pero siento que te estoy arrastrando a un mundo que no mereces.

—Steve, estoy aquí porque quiero estarlo, porque me importa lo que pase contigo.

Steve asintió lentamente, pero su mirada estaba fija en el suelo.

—Peggy también significa mucho para mí —admitió.

Desviaste la mirada, sabías que ese momento llegaría eventualmente, pero nunca estuviste preparada para enfrentarlo.

—¿Y qué significa eso para nosotros? —preguntaste, tu voz temblando un poco.

—No lo sé. No quiero perderte, pero tampoco quiero mentirte. No quiero que pienses que eres una segunda opción, porque no lo eres. 

—Steve, no quiero ser un obstáculo en tu vida —dijiste, con lágrimas amenazando con salir de tus ojos—. Si lo que sientes por Peggy es más fuerte, si ella es la que realmente te hace feliz, entonces debes seguir ese camino.

—Eso es lo que no puedo entender —Steve te tomó de la mano—. Cada vez que estoy con Peggy, pienso en ti. Y cuando estoy contigo, siento que estoy traicionándola a ella. No sé qué hacer.

Querías decirle que te eligiera a ti, que dejara a Peggy en el pasado y construyeran un futuro juntos. Pero no podías ser egoísta, no podías pedirle que hiciera una elección que lo destruiría.

Finalmente, soltaste su mano y te levantaste del banco, dándole la espalda para que no viera las lágrimas que caían.

—Steve, la decisión es tuya —dijiste—. Pero sea cual sea, no quiero que te sientas obligado. Mereces ser feliz, y si eso significa estar con Peggy, entonces... entonces de alguna manera yo seguiré adelante.

Por un momento pensaste que él simplemente se alejaría, pero en lugar de eso, sentiste sus brazos rodeándote por detrás, su frente apoyada en tu hombro.

—No quiero perderte —susurró—. No quiero imaginar mi vida sin ti.

—Steve... —comenzaste, pero él te interrumpió, dándote la vuelta para que lo miraras a los ojos.

—Lo digo en serio —continuó—. Nunca imaginé mi vida sin ti. Y no sé si podría soportarlo.

Las lágrimas finalmente cayeron por tus mejillas, pero esta vez no las ocultaste.

—Entonces, no te vayas —susurraste—. Quédate conmigo, Steve. No te pido que elijas, solo... solo quédate.

Steve asintió, su rostro reflejando la decisión que había tomado.

—Me quedaré —prometió.

[sunflowersteves]

Sis, imagine Steggy x Stucky x reader !!! There was literally 2 fics ive read of my babes together, but there’s not anymore fics of them here, and I’ve been thinking of them again. I needs it, like air right now. I need love and sexy times. Imagine being married to these sexy babes, ugh *swoon*. Imagine having kids them with them. 🥺 - buckybarnesplumwhore <3

married to Peggy AND Steve AND Bucky? babe, you have ouT DONE YOURSELF IM— i didn’t know I needed this but I’m here for it

smut!! [18+ only, minors do not interact]

so like we’re gonna say that Peggy time traveled by accident and ended up in the 21st century LMAO

imagine being the little spoon as two giant super soldiers and a badass agent are cuddling u 🥺

or they’re all on missions and you’re all sad so they facetime you to make sure you’re doing okay

all three of you getting onto Steve for jumping out of planes

baking with Peggy for the boys 🥺🥺 and then you end up having a food fight in the kitchen

fighting over who gets to cuddle who like Steve wants to cuddle with Peggy but u wanna cuddle with Peggy and Bucky wants to cuddle with Steve

GROUP CHATS GROUP CHATS GROUP CHATS

sending all of them 😏pictures😏 during meetings and they’re all hot and bothered through the w h o l e meeting

and sexy times? imagine peggy touching herself and watching from afar as Bucky has his cock shoved down your throat and Steve is viciously pounding into you

or Bucky and Steve watching as peggy eats you out like she hasn’t eaten in weeks

or literally they tie you up on the bedpost and you just have to sit there and whine and beg while they all fuck each other

and they’re like “oh, sweetheart, you’ll get your turn soon enough.”

😳peggy rubbing your clit and teasing you while the two of you watch bucky fuck the shit out of Steve

imagine sweet slow sex too 🥺 like Bucky’a been feeling self conscious and so the three of you pepper kisses all over him and whisper sweet nothings while gently pumping him up and down.

OMG you think you’re pregnant and imagine pulling them from a meeting and you’re freaking out and they’re so worried like “what’s wrong, flower? 🥺🥺”

and they’re all huddled around you with excitement and comforting you like “baby, it’s okay. We’ll get through this, yeah? We’re right here. We’re not going anywhere.”

this slapped my bisexual ass in the face holy fuck

[insomniac-astronomer]

Getting ready to gear up!! Requests are open!

I will post 1 fic a day in October! It can be anything by request, or I will write a fluffy or halloween-themed fic!

REQUEST SOMETHING!

I will definitely do first 31 reqs if I get that many. I will do the rest in catch-upvemver (just made that up but I'm kinda proud of myself)

X readers, character x character, anything you want!!

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[stavroulaschreave]

So I just pictured Chris Evans as the beast form beauty and the beast and I can't go back now

[jayhargrove]

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[mymarvelbunch]

Different Roads... Same Destination: Part Four

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (established). This specific chapter contains a lot of Steve x Peggy! (Also, brief mentions to Steve x Sharon)

Summary: When the Avengers went back in time to get the Infinity Stones, new timelines were created. By not delivering them back to their exact same spots, you and Steve created major changes in those timelines. What happened? (Non-American!Reader)

This is a sequel to “Be Your Own Hero”. I highly recommend you read it first, since it features many major changes in canon that are addressed here.

Notes: Y/N = your (first) name; Y/Co = your home country; Y/Ci = your home city; Y/N/L = your native language (to be ignored in case you speak English).

Masterlist

Part Four

1945

Peggy was, naturally, in denial. It took a lot of time to convince her of his identity, and even then she was only fully convinced when she kissed him. “You kiss the same”, she whispered, pulling away after brief seconds (enough time for him to cup her face).

He had wanted to keep his return a secret at first, but he failed to account for Howard Stark. Soon Captain America was all over the news as ‘coming back from the dead’. Journalists gathered around him to get interviews, and for months he didn’t have a single moment of peace.

It didn’t matter much, not as he and Peggy danced to a newly released song, kissing every time the lyrics told them to.

“Kiss me once, and kiss me twice, and kiss me once again, It’s been a long, long time...”

1947

He and Peggy got married with only Howard, Jarvis and their wives as witnesses. On their honeymoon, he told her all about alternate Steve and showed the small notebook he gave him.

“Sergeant Barnes alive?”, she nearly gasped.

“Kept prisoner by HYDRA, according to this”, he said. “Had been injected by a prototype serum when I rescued him, which enabled him to survive his fall. Makes sense in retrospect.”

She bit her lip. “I guess it’s worth a look, though we can’t do anything useful before we go back to Washington.”

They didn’t wait long after that. Sgt. Barnes was successfully rescued four months later, along with other prisoners. “I’m offended I didn’t get to be your best man, punk”, was the first full sentenced Bucky said after stepping foot on American soil. Steve laughed, and Peggy grinned.

“I hope being our child’s godfather can compensate for it”, she said, placing her hands on her belly. Steve’s attention was suddenly all on her as he hugged her tightly.

Bucky joined SHIELD soon after Howard made him a new arm. “Way prettier than the one HYDRA gave me. More functional too.”

“Of course”, Howard boasted. “Don’t compare me to that shitty corporation.”

Bucky was also very vocal about not letting Zola inside SHIELD, which reminded Steve of another thing written in The Notebook. He would not tell Howard about his alternate self - he didn’t trust the man to keep his mouth shut - but he was able to reason with him.

“Zola belongs either in jail or in a grave”, Peggy spat. Pregnancy made her more prone to anger. The scientist was found dead not much after, and no one ever found out how he died (not that anyone bothered that much).

1970

Bucky got married in 1950 to Angie Martinelli, Peggy’s friend who was Sarah Rogers’ godmother along with him. Their first children (a couple of twins, Peter and Lyra) came to world two years later, a week before Steve and Peggy’s first son, Christopher.

Peggy was still director of SHIELD, Steve slowly fading to the background as its agent. Not that he minded, even though Peggy insisted on his importance as Captain America. “You are a symbol, Steve”, she’d say.

“Captain America is a title”, he’d reply. “It can belong to someone else.”

However, he was only able to pass his mantle when Sarah turned 20 and completed her training. All his four children (Sarah, Chris, Emily and Paul) were born with his serum on their veins, enabling them to follow their father’s steps if they wanted.

Sarah was the only one who did, much to Steve’s relief; he wasn’t looking forward to a family of spies. She officially took the title of Captain America on the week that marked Tony Stark’s birth.

It was another point of his and Peggy’s talks. The Notebook had notes on Howard’s only son; how he had not received enough love from his father, and only relied on his mother (and sometimes his family butler) for support. “If we got named as his godparents, we’ll have a perfect excuse to be in his life”, he told her, and she agreed.

It was a little odd, the time it took for Howard and Maria to have a child. By the time Tony was born, the only reason they weren’t grandparents yet was the fact that Sarah didn’t want to get married.

Meanwhile, Christopher and Emily were engaged to each of Bucky’s twins. “Reminds me of when the entire 107th though you and I were fucking”, his best friend said, laughing like it was the best joke he had ever heard.

Peggy didn’t help any. “You mean that you were ‘fondueing’?”, she asked while taking a sip of tea, like the British woman she was. Steve just groaned.

1976

Peggy’s sister-in-law (who was ten years younger than her husband) gave birth to her youngest child on the same month she and Steve became grandparents. Sharon Carter was mentioned in The Notebook, but in passing; he missed it on his first reading.

“Agent 13″, he read aloud to Peggy. She already had a few white hair locks, and the difference between their aging speed was visible (though he was sure he saw a white strand on the previous week). “I suppose this means she worked for SHIELD in the other timeline.”

“It might not be the case now”, his wife replied softly. “This is Sharon who had another uncle. She probably saw you looking less than 30.” A chuckle. “Who knows, this other Steve might have even dated her.”

“Absolutely not, she’s my niece.”

“She isn’t the other Steve’s.”

A loud groan was heard. “I really don’t want to imagine it, Peggy. We’re talking about a baby. A baby who’s our grandson’s age.”

~~

The amount of teasing Steve endured at that very moment could not be properly translated into words. You were no help, busy as you were laughing.

“Aw, I wish she was here to watch this”, Sam said. “Why didn’t you invite her, Scott?”

“I... don’t know her?”

“Where is she, by the way?”, Natasha wondered. You glanced at Steve, who huffed.

“I kiss her one time, and now I’m supposed to know all her whereabouts?” When you didn’t answer, just kept staring, he sighed. “I’ve heard she moved to California.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

“I clearly have a type: women who can kick my ass and laugh at my expense.”

“I can’t kick your ass, not without Mjölnir, or Stormbreaker.”

“The mere fact that you can wield them already enables you to kick my ass.”

“Stop arguing before it gets kinky!”, Tony shouted. You two laughed.

~~

1991

Taking down KGB was not an easy task. Without HYDRA, the Soviets invested more on their national espionage division.

However, it got easier with the fall of Soviet Union. Following her father’s instructions, Sarah rescued many little girls training to be spies. One of them was to be brought to US, if she consented to it.

Natalia Romanova, a 7-year-old girl with dreams of becoming a ballerina, is adopted by the Starks. Tony, a 21-year-old adult, happily welcomes his little sister into the family.

“There’s someone else for us to look after”, he mentioned to Peggy. His hair was fully white now, and his ‘Adonis muscles’ had started to fade off, but he was still more energetic than most 73-year olds.

“There are many names, actually”, Peggy replied. She had just retired from SHIELD, after turning 70. She wasn’t as ‘preserved’ as her husband, but still looked younger than her age. “We only crossed Bucky’s, Tony’s and Natasha’s. There is still a lot of work to do if we are going to follow your notebook, and so far it seems to be the right thing to do.”

However, right after they took Clint Barton from the circus and had Emily adopt him too, they took a pause to mourn their youngest son.

In 1979, Paul told his parents he was gay. Although surprised, they simply told him that they’d always love and support him. He and Sarah moved out of their parents’ home and lived together, since neither of them would marry. In 1990, however, he was diagnosed with AIDS after he started coughing blood. It left the whole family terrified; Paul himself had been telling them about his other gay/bi friends who had been taken away due to that horrible disease.

Two years later, he died at home, holding his sister’s hand and gasping for breath.

~~

Was it okay to cry for a son you never had? Because tears were falling down Steve’s cheeks for Paul. You kissed his cheek and embraced him tighter, but didn’t say a word. You tried to imagine yourself in Peggy’s place. Steve might have already been prepared for the possibility of outliving his offspring; after all, no one knew how long he’d live with the serum in his blood. But Peggy was like you, a normal human. At the age of 70 especially, she would never think she’d outlive one of her children, let alone her youngest.

You had studied a bit about the AIDS pandemic at college, but no reading would do justice to the pain you could see in the faces of those alternate versions of your friends and their beloved ones.

~~

1995

By the time Carol Danvers showed on SHIELD’s radar, Sarah Rogers had already passed the Captain America mantle to her 15-year-old nephew John. “It’ll be temporary”, he warned, “until any of my siblings or cousins is ready to take it.”

Still, he was there to watch over Carol and rescue her from the Kree who tried to kidnap her. He took her to her best friend, and he could swear he saw his deceased uncle when Danvers and Rambeau smiled and embraced each other.

Ten years later, he’d pass the mantle to his young brother James as he and Monica Rambeau had their first child.

2008

Tony was still kidnapped in Afghanistan and still became Iron Man, his parents long gone (Howard had a heart attack in 1993 and Maria had a stroke in 1998). Looking back, he blamed himself for not listening to Aunt Peggy and Uncle Steve; they had always told him to shut down the weapons department of Stark Industries (but how could he? He had a duty to SHIELD).

This time, however, he had more than just Pepper, Rhodey and Happy for support. Natasha soon realized Obadiah Stane’s true intentions and unmasked him before he could do any real damage. Tony’s little sister got an iron suit of her own in her 24th birthday. 

Clint and Natasha still joined SHIELD, but with no red on their ledger to wipe out. Hank Pym still recruited Scott Lang, but years in advance, thanks to a ‘casual tip’ Peggy Carter gave him (he never left SHIELD or Stark Industries in this one). His daughter would eventually get a suit of her own, though hers would take more time.

Sam was recruited to SHIELD too, shortly after losing Riley. His new job gave him a purpose, and he was happy.

Banner never turned into the Hulk, not when he had Steve to talk him out of replicate his serum. “This is no blessing”, he told him. “Just look at mine and Bucky’s kids. Why do you think they married within our inner circle? Why do you think John married a woman who lived with a super-powered step-mom? None of us really fit in, we’re outsiders. You don’t want that.”

So, when Loki arrived with the Chitauri army, a slightly different team defeated him. James Rogers was barely 18, too young to lead, but Tony had grown up with Steve as his godfather and Sarah as his ‘cousin’ and knew how to do it. Iron Man, Iron Scarlet (there was no Black Widow alias for Natasha to adopt), Captain America (fourth of his name, as people called him), Hawkeye, Thor, Captain Marvel and Ant-Man teamed up rather easily.  (A couple years later, War Machine, Falcon and the Wasp would join the team.)

With no HYDRA, there is no Scarlet Witch, no Quicksilver. Tony is a different man here, not blinded by trauma and fear, and there is no Ultron either. T’Chaka is never killed, but this time, Wakanda is visited by the Avengers and the three former Captain Americas. Their borders are opened without a civil war, and eventually Shuri is the one added to the Avengers line-up (not in a Black Panther suit, of course; it’d be disrespectful).

Peggy passes away in her sleep in 2016. Steve is still strong enough to carry her coffin, with Bucky by his side and their sons behind them. “Did that notebook tell you that?”, his best friend asked after they left the cemetery.

“No. The notes end on ‘Thanos’ and ‘Infinity Stones’. I’m not sure what any of these mean.”

“You should pass it on to the Avengers. It’s past our time to help, punk.”

It was true. Both of them lost most of their built-up appearance, and truly looked like old men. Their third great-grandkid had just been born, and now both were widowers (Angie had died a year before Peggy, in a hospital, after fracturing her left femur). A week later, they moved to an apartment Tony bought for them, near the Avengers Tower. Steve gave the Notebook to James and retired for good.

2018

In the end, no warning prepared them for the Decimation. In their defense, Thanos didn’t really invade Earth this time. Ebony Maw showed up to get the Time Stone and, like in the original timeline, the battle was taken to space.

The heartbreak over losing so many of his family, so suddenly, not to mention his best friend, was too much for Steve. A huge service was made for the first Captain America, and small, intimate funeral was made for the man under the helmet and uniform.

Some things don’t change, though. Three years later, you still show up at the Avengers compound with an idea to reverse things. Time travel was still figured out, and they brought everyone back without any major casualties. You still fell in love with Captain America, and he with you. It was just a different person wearing the mantle.

Bucky died less than a year later. His last words were “till the end of the line, pal”.

~~

It was odd to see a timeline where you never met Steve. “Honestly, it was better this way”, he commented when you pointed that out. “I really don’t want to see if we’re meant to be when I’m over 100 years old. I’ll gladly let this version of you be with my grandson instead.”

“He looks better than you, punk”, Bucky added. “Must be the addition of Peggy’s genes and mine.”

“Your alternate wife also helped”, Natasha agreed.

They laughed. “That was the last one”, Strange said after they stopped laughing. “I’m not doing this again.”

You smiled anyway. “Thank you, Strange. It was fun to watch, especially among friends.”

He nodded and gave you a tiny smile in return.

~~

We’re nearly finished! All that’s left is the epilogue. I plan on writing it to be cute <3

[wintersxsoul]

You Saw Me (13)

Summary: You have the life you’d always dreamt of. The job of your dreams, the perfect boyfriend and the best group of friends. But what happens when that life is not enough and your soulmate is not who you thought it would be?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Don’t hate me for just posting filler chapters every two red moons. I love you.

A/N: My lovely @all1e23 is the beta for this series so give her some love because she has to put up with my infinite bullshit because my brain was fried. A reblog and comment are always appreciated and what feeds my soul to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I am. Taglist is CLOSED.

“You’ve changed. I like it.” Sam said with pride because he knew something had been suffocating you for a long time, but now you seemed...freed. Since you returned everything was settling down step by step, the relationships returned to be what they were, except Bucky.

The night you arrived, the first person your body was aching to see was Bucky and led by instinct, you showed up where he was. You knew you needed to see him, to feel him as much as he did. You spent hours talking to each other, about what you had missed from the other and about your future. You both came to the conclusion that it was better to start over as acquaintances, in order to rebuild the trust you had. It was hard the first weeks, not being able to text him or see him, but it was worth it.

“I’m glad I changed, I was drowning without noticing, Sammy.” He nodded knowingly and handed you your beer. Normally, Sam liked to go to your place since he liked it more than his own, but this time he insisted in you coming over.

“So, how’s the Met?”

“Big, busy, full of art and people, but I love it. I really do. I miss my students sometimes and my coworkers are not as cool as Nat, but I feel like myself.” You smiled to yourself and looked out of the window, the sunset tinting Brooklyn in warm tones of pink, orange and yellow. As beautiful as Chicago was, nothing felt like being back at home with the people you loved the most.

“How is being a writer going though? When will I read one of your poetry books Sammy?”

“Oh about that.I’m happy to announce that Three Winters will be published real soon. I made it!” You jumped off the couch with a loud Oh My God Sammy! and proceeded to hug him and saying something about buying a thousand copies for him to sign so you could sell them on Ebay.

“We should celebrate and I recall you mentioning that tomorrow is your day off, so there’s no excuse.” You nodded, a sudden fear clouding your mind. You knew celebrating meant meeting the whole group at the usual bar. It’s not that you weren’t excited to see everyone gathered again, it was the fear of seeing Bucky after almost a month of radio silence. You knew it was a stupid thought, but what if he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him?

He told you he would wait for you and the night you came back, he told you again.

“Is there something wrong?” You shook your head and smiled nervously, something Sam decided to ignore. If you had to share something, you would. He knew he couldn’t force you to say whatever was on your mind, he knew how stubborn you were. At that exact moment, you received a text from Nat, your fear only increasing.

 Emergency meeting, now. Urgent matter. I’m at yours in 10 minutes.

 You showed Sam the text and both of you ran to his car, concerned that something bad could have happened since Nat was not someone to ask for help so openly.

Ten minutes later, you both were climbing the stairs of your block two by two, breathless and worried.

“Nat?!” You called right after opening the front door, she had a key so she could be anywhere in the apartment.

“Here.” You heard her from the living room, her voice like a phantom. You threw everything on the floor and ran to her, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw her face. She was crying, all her mascara smudged and mixed with her tears. She had an expression you had never seen on her before, and that scared you. Sam was behind you, silent, studying the situation from afar. You approached Nat and kneeled in front of her, placing both of your palms on her cheeks. She looked at you with her big green eyes and you understood. You understood because you had seen that same expression a million times on a different face.

“Wanna tell me about it?” You asked carefully, your voice low so only she could hear it, although Sam went to the kitchen to make himself busy.

“He...He’s gone, Y/n.” Nat smiled, placing her hand on her heart, trying to make you understand what she meant.

“Who’s gone, Nat?” She closed her eyes and sighed, opening them again slowly.

“Buck. She erased him.” You suddenly understood. You understood why she was so closed to love all these years back, why she looked at Bucky the way she did. She never got over him, she still loved him until now.

“Where is it?” You both knew what you meant, so she reached for the hem of her dress and slide it up so you could see. Today’s date was etched on her skin, just a palm from her knee. White numbers.

“She’s the aunt of one of my students at the studio. Her name is Maria.” She shook her head, like she couldn’t believe this happened to her. “I’m finally free, he is gone.” She started to cry again, letting out years of hidden feelings and pining that now were gone.

“I want you to know, I didn’t do it because of my feelings towards him. I knew it could never happen, that is why I was the one to end it. I don’t know why I did it, but it wasn't for him. I swear, it was not.” You placed your hand on hers and intertwined your fingers, squeezing reassuringly.

“Nat, I know. It’s okay, you're okay. We are okay.” Nat lowered her head until your foreheads touched and she smiled, relief washing over her.

“I love you in case I die.” You let out a giggle and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Me too, but you really need to stop quoting Girl Boss, it’s been almost two years.” She smiled widely and pulled back, shrugging.

“What can I say, I’m just a hopeless romantic.”

“Wow, that is something I would’ve never thought I’d hear from you.”

“Hey Sammy, when did you get here?” Nat stood up and hugged him, her body relaxing after Sam’s hug.

“Since she came, so I heard everything, sorry. Now I know you are not dead inside.” Nat elbowed him jokingly and rolled her eyes.

“You will never get over that night, won’t you?” Sam shook his head, the three of you laughing. They both had a wild night back in college and Sam asked out on a date, but she of course refused cause they were friends.

“Now, should we go out and celebrate with the boys all these good news?” Nat asked, wiping off her smudged mascara and fixing her hair. It was infuriating how fucking fabulous she always looked and so effortlessly.

You sighed and nodded, Nat understanding immediately. “It will do you two good to see each other. Just as friends. He needs you and you need him. Baby steps, love. Baby steps.”

[mwagneto]

Infinity war crack

[evansonfilm]

Weak on the Neck

Pairing: Chris Evans x famous!reader

Summary: What's your weakness?

Warnings: OLD FIC FROM MY DRAFTS (i probably wrote this when i was bored af years ago), swearing

A/N: YOU GUYS!! This has been sitting on my drafts for like 200 years already, so it's really really old but I stumbled upon it today and I found it hilarious. I didn't edit anything, so I'm really sorry coz this was my old style of writing!! I'm multilingual, and English isn't my first language; all mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! <3

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“It's hilarious, to be honest. Mackie always seems to find a way to annoy everyone,” Sebastian admits with a laugh, rendering a cheer from the crowd.

You sat beside your boyfriend, Chris, who plays Captain America, the love interest of your character, Alia, Tony’s daughter. The whole panel is loud, cherishing the last moments of most of the original characters’ final press tour, Chris included.

So far, the questions have been random, ranging from a fan asking RDJ’s favorite ice pop flavor having been admitted that there was a huge selection of flavors for Lexi during that day to the host asking Sebastian which particular Falcon scene had him laughing his ass off.

Your character was not fairly new, appearing along with Scarlett on Iron Man 2 as Tony’s secret agent genius daughter. The questions regarding the emotional scene you did with your on-screen father have already been asked, so at this point, you were not expecting any more questions to be asked to you.

With that, your focus was diverted to Chris’ warm hand on your thigh that was drawing lazy circles around it. He catches your eyes before giving you a small smile. But then, as if on cue, a question was raised for him.

“Chris, how do you think Alia felt when the Steggy ending happened?” a fan inquires.

You let out a small laugh, leaning over your microphone to say, “As Alia, I would say... definitely not good.” The crowd laughed at that; some even screamed “Stalia rights!” which made the panel, particularly Seb and Anthony who screamed "Damn right!", cheered as they were big Steve and Alia fans as well.

Chris chuckles beside you, rubbing your knees for warmth. “Well, I think the ending was genius, you know? I mean on the Age of Ultron, we’ve seen how Steve and Alia blossomed from friends to lovers, but there will always be, I think, some what-ifs about Peggy and Cap. So with the really emotional dialogue exchange between Alia and the young Cap as well as the wrinkly Cap and then the dance– I think it brought about good closure to both love pairs.”

“Ha, damn right. Alia doesn’t need a man,” you sass, poking your tongue out. Chris crinkles his nose, squeezing your thigh, where your tickle is, three times, only stopping when you’re laughing and squirming under his touch.

“To add onto that, I think the ending just proved how independent Alia could be, which we would see on her solo film coming out soon,” RDJ insinuates, earning a cheer from the crowd.

But you were too busy having a playful fight with Chris to notice they were cheering for you. It was your thing; ever before you were a couple, Chris and you would always tickle each other during interviews and premieres, and everyone was used to it by now.

“Question for Y/N!” That grabbed your attention, but not enough to still fully listen to it. “Since Alia’s character has been established as the sassy and strong-headed daughter of Iron Man, what weaknesses do you think Alia has?”

Your boyfriend being your boyfriend, Chris was menacingly poking your ribs, ultimately distracting you from the interview. “I’m sorry, what was it again?” you asked, after swatting Chris’ hands.

Scarlett, beside you, started poking your other rib, causing you to tilt your body alternately between them. The crowd laughed at the three of you, mostly you because it looked like you were dancing funny.

It was the perfect distraction... and you absolutely misheard the question.

“Weaknesses,” the fan repeats, smiling brightly at you.

“Oh um... I would say, hmm, my weakness is... neck kisses.” You answered boldly, just wanting to see Chris red from the personal information you’ve shared.

Instead you got a loud laugh from him... and from everyone else in the room. You were confused, mumbling a small "what" in your mic before Scarlett puts her forehead on your shoulder, giggling uncontrollably.

Chris had his head thrown back with his hand grabbing his left pec. That was when you realised your mistake.

Quickly, you leaned over to your mic to redeem yourself. “Oh shit! Did you mean Alia’s weaknesses?” You asked awkwardly, swatting Chris’ bicep when his booming laugh echoed again. “Ha... I would say anything that involves putting her ego down. She’s her father’s daughter after all, it’s inevitable.”

“Oh really? Because as far as I’m concerned, neck kisses do not make me weak,” RDJ teases, causing you to hide your face in Chris' neck.

“It happens, guys! We all love neck kisses,” Hemsworth reasons out before laughing along with everyone again.

“Gosh, I– Does anyone have more questions so I can leave and go sulk in the corner?” you joked.

“Ah, yes!" Mackie piped in. "Is our boy Evans good at making you feel weak?” He asked with a teasing tone. Everyone cheered.

“Oh gosh, shut up!”

[skyfallslayer]

What Is... L-O-V-E ?

Request: For bells313131: Could you maybe write something where peggy after a mission in the agent carter time line takes in or agrees to take care of a teen (15,16) assassin they found and they develop a cute mother/daughter relationship even though peggy has almost no idea how to take care of a kid ? :) it’s totally fine if you can’t.

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Summary: Peggy thought starting SHIELD and being Captain Carter was already hard enough, but throwing on a teenage assassin was going to make her life a little bit harder. Especially when the child has been unloved for so long.

Rating: T for Teen

Parings: Peggy/Captain Carter x Teen!Reader; Past!Steggy

Date: 12/2/21

Warnings: References/implied child abuse; Scenes that may reference to a breakdown; Guilt; Sorrow; Angst; Fluff.

(There's also hints of Winter Soldier!Steve)

Author's Note: @bells313131 , Hopefully you like it! I never written for Peggy before so this was a bit of a challenge. And sorry this is also too so long. But enjoy!

(I don't own anything except for the story plot!)

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“Y/N!”

Her voice broke through the high powered winds of the upcoming winter. The speckles of snow were swirling around her, getting into her walnut hair that she forgot to cover with a wool cap. She even forgot to grab a coat off the rack before she raced out into the night. Luckily the serum that was running through her veins was keeping her warm (but even she didn’t know how long that’ll last).

“Y/N! Where are you?!” She called out again, squinting on the dimly lit sidewalk.

Why did this child have to run out in this condition? She wonders, and continues pushing herself, listening closely for anything.

Taking in a child was going to be a challenge, and she knew that, But she honestly didn’t expect all this. The rebelling, the backlash, the constant feeling of always being on her toes and right at the edge. If this was what women called “Motherhood” then she has to give them one giant pat on the back because she’s having some trouble. I mean…

A child.

Well, A teenager exactly. Fifteen years old Y/N was causing gray hairs already (And poor Peggy wasn’t even in her 30s yet). Peggy Carter,

Yes, that Carter,

The first Super Soldier/Superhero, the first female Captain, and one of the founders of SHIELD was fighting the hardest battle she’s ever faced.

Motherhood.

And the poor woman kept thinking, was it really all worth it?

It started out as a simple mission, her and the remaining Howling Commandos from her wartime infiltrated a base where an enemy uprising was happening. However, upon arrival, everybody had fled.

Except one.

Tuck away in one of the labs, Peggy found a young girl left behind. Nowhere to go but into the custody of the Military. Yet, seeing a broken and distraught girl with no living family was enough to tug on her heartstrings. So she brought her home, adopted Y/N, despite everyone's warnings and fears not too, thinking it would be like a walk in a park.

Or how VERY wrong she was.

But was it worth it? All the bickering, fighting like they were pulling skin and teeth? Was this one long month of non stop anger from the teenager really worth her time?

Peggy shakes her head. Of course it is! That girl needs me whether she likes it or not.

“Y/N!!!” She yells again, hoping she’ll get an answer soon. The serum in her bloodstream was starting to fail her for warmth. “Where are you?!”

She comes up to another sidewalk, one running along a waterway that cuts across the city. It was starting to grow colder and ice started to make a very thin layer across it, with a blanket of snow dusting the top. It sparkled in the moonlight, a sight to see and a picture worthy snap for an artist. It was also quite romantic if you look at it in a certain way, as she lets her mind wander to a certain blond boy before she slapped herself back into reality.

Y/N first! Get your head out of the clouds, Carter! She scolds herself.

“Y/N!!! Come on! Where-” She trails off, stopping in place.

And there was the young lady she claimed as her daughter, standing below a street lamp and dozing off at the waterway below. She was stuck in a trance that Peggy has seen so many times beforehand, it was a little scary/concerning. She could see the brokenness in those (Y/E/C) eyes.

Peggy takes a deep breath, inching closer in a cautious manner.

But she should have known that stepping in the light layer of snow would cause anyone to catch the crunching noises.

The brunette tenses at the way the teenager quickly turned around and flicked out a knife for defense, stopping Peggy in her tracks. The knife glistened in the light, as your hardened face softened only a smidge upon seeing your adopted mother.

“Oh. Hey, Peggy.” You said, lowering your choice of weapon.

“Is that… Is that my kitchen knife?!” Peggy asked, both angry and startled at the same time. She watches you as you shrug nonchalantly.

“Oh, Yeah. I took it when I left for some protection.”

“P-Protection?” She purses her red lips, before snagging it away from your grip. “Give me that!”

She takes a moment to figure out where she was going to store it, but the lack of not having a coat showed her that truth. She sighs quietly before tossing it into the river below. Out of sight, and out of being a danger to you.

You stared at her with a blank expression, not showing emotions like you were trained to do. “You know that was expensive, right?” You asked, making the woman squirm like always.

Another sigh, as Peggy touches her temple. “I can always buy another one.”

You roll your eyes, and turn on your heels to walk away, but your mother was not having that.

“Hang on just one second, Young Lady.” Peggy replies, stepping in your way, ignoring your cold glare again. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Away. Like I should’ve done sooner.” You reply, trying to step around her but couldn’t.

“You don’t even have a coat.”

“I’m a widow, I was trained to tune out the cold.”

“Widow or not, you're still a child. You’ll freeze to death eventually.”

You narrowed your eyes again, straightening up. This woman didn’t know you. You can handle anything. Hell, you have handled anything in that wretched Red Room.

“I’ll be fine.” You claimed, and once again, tried to step around her, but this time her arm stopped you in place.

“For once, young lady, act your age and listen to me!” Peggy said, tired of your nonsense.

Which was the last straw for you.

Your eye twitched, face flushed with rage. “Then what do you want me to do?! ACT MY AGE?! LISTEN TO YOU?!” You yelled, making the woman snapped too.

Looks like it was the final straw for both of you now.

“YES! EXACTLY! You never do!” Peggy exclaimed.

You scoffed. “Of course I don’t. I don’t even know you.”

She crosses her arms. “You would if you spent some time with me.”

“Like hell I would! You want to spend time with you?” You threw your arms out bitterly, making a point. “Like what? Like a mother and daughter? To act my age like the fifteen year old I am?” You scoffed again. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACT MY AGE WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO?!?!”

It was like a knife to Peggy’s heart. Of course you didn’t know how to be a teenager. You never meant to be one, just an assassin that could stay under the radar without any suspicion.

She sighs once more, arms coming undone as she touches her temple again. “Look, Y/N, I understand you don’t know how to, but that’s what I'm here for.” She replies, watching you become puzzled. “Look, when I saw you all alone in that lab, I knew I wanted to help you; I wanted to give you a life that I knew you didn’t have, so-”

She puts on a warm smile. “I’m here for you, and even if you don’t see me as a mother, you don’t have to nor do you have to call me mother either, but I just wanted you to know that as your adoptive mother it’s my job to make sure you have the best life.”

You shifted, eyes trailing away because you were confused. Is this how she felt about you?

“But I understand if you want to go.” Peggy continues, getting your attention. “At least let me take you home and get you a few things for travel. Like money, clothes, and food. And let me at least drive you to where you want to go. Please?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, looking away again. The other thing you were trained to learn was to point out liars, and Peggy, well… wasn’t one of them. She was someone who generally meant what she said.

Guess that’s a good thing since she was a hero.

“Can you tell me why though?” You asked, meeting her brown orbs with (Y/E/C) ones. “Isn’t it strange for you to adopt me?”

Peggy’s expression morphed into a bittersweet one as she nodded. “Yes. Surprisingly, being the first female superhero is easier to the media than a single woman taking care of a child that’s not even her own.” She replies, eyes stinging a bit at a thought. “It would be much easier if I had a man beside me.”

You frown sympathetically, knowing what she was implying in her undertone. “I’m sorry about Steve, Peggy.”

She perks up in surprise. “You remember me telling you about Steve?”

You shrug a little, then smile. “I… might have listened to you more than you think.” Then you frowned again, guilty. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been better to you. You were only trying to help.”

“It’s okay, I know you mean well. I should have given you some more space too. I’m sorry about that.”

“Can we go home?”

She smiles joyfully. “Of course.”

There were definitely bumps in the road, yes, but those were minor in comparison to something that scared you the most. Words that had no meaning to you before in your terrible childhood inside the Red Room, were now being thrown at you left in right.

But can you say it back to the woman you would soon consider your mother? Will you? Could you?

The first time happened a few months after the outside incident, completely catching you off guard.

You spat out the thermometer as Peggy read your temperature that was just a few marks over normal.

She hums and gives you a smirk, “I told you not to be out in the rain too long.”

“Yeah… I-I know…” You shivered, and tucked the blanket higher to your neck, trying to stay warm. You hate how she was right sometimes.

She chuckles, catching the time on the grandfather clock. “Okay, well get some rest, and hopefully it’ll come down in the morning.” She says, standing up from the bed, and checks to see if the cup of honey tea she left for you was still warm.

“Ho-Hopefully…” You slurred, fixing the covers again, sinking into the soft mattress of yours. You were grateful that you were given a bed this comfy.

Peggy opened the door with one hand, the other on the light switch and peered over her shoulder with a welcoming smile. “Good night, Y/N. Love you.”

You froze. “H-Huh?”

What did she just say? You wondered, watching her keep the expression on.

“Love you. Night, sweetie.”

She closes the door, trapping you in your thoughts.

What is… L-O-V-E? This four letter word that she’s never heard someone tell her before. It was a word that sparked emotions that she couldn’t quite place.

Love.

She was loved.

How was she going to say that back when she didn’t know what it actually meant?

The next time you heard was when you actually got to celebrate your birthday. The cake, the presents, the wonderful party. Peggy had invited some people she knew over and made it really special.

You blew out the candles, and stuffed your face with delicious cake as you started opening gifts. You thanked and smiled, enjoying being sweet sixteen today. If birthdays were always like this then you wouldn’t mind being spoiled every year (You never had one anyway until today).

You wiped the dab of frosting from your chin as Peggy set a silver-colored wrapped box in front of you.

“Here. I hope you like it.” She replies, hands behind her back as she waits.

You set your fork down, and carefully undid the bow before sliding off the lid. Your eyes widened in shock, it was the expensive and beautifully detailed journal you eyed in a store front a while ago.

“Whoa…” You mumbled, taking it in your hands.

“I remember that’s the one you liked. Now you can write more of those little stories of yours.”

“Wow.” You smiled up at her. “Thanks, Peggy. This is exactly what I wanted.”

“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie.” She pulls you in for a side hug. “Happy birthday. I love you.”

Your breath caught in his throat, your heart stopping.

There was that word again.

There was the emotions again.

Could you say it back even if you didn’t quite understand it yourself?

“Peggy?” You begin, hearing her hum, a sign that she was listening. “Um… I… I… I-”

“Hey! Miss Carter! I need you for a second!” Howard’s voice said from across the room.

Peggy slouches a bit, and shakes her head. “That man. He probably wants to talk about SHIELD again.” She said, patting you on the back as she slips away. “I’ll be a second.”

But that second turned into an hour, and you found yourself losing the courage of attempting to say that quartet word.

You could never say it. Even after Peggy starts saying it to you pretty much everyday over the next few years of your life. You could never say it yourself.

You were still too afraid to ask what L-O-V-E even meant.

You smiled happily, finally being able to use your Widow training for good. You were finally old enough to join the government like Peggy. Sure, you weren’t Captain Carter, but maybe one day you’ll be like that. But for now you work for SHIELD, alongside with people you could trust.

“Fantastic, Y/N! I’m so happy for you!” Peggy replies, after snapping the photo of you in uniform.

Her brown curls with a white hue bounced in the wind of the outside. The sun shone down upon her like the goddess the world saw her to be. She was happy just like you were. For many reasons actually. She was going to marry a soldier she met, someone that you approved of. Because if she’s happy, then you're happy.

And you were definitely happy today.

“Thanks, Peggy.” You said, keeping your bright face on.

“Now, I have to go to the other side of the base for work, but we can meet up for lunch.” She says, cupping your cheeks like she does to embarrass you. “So you enjoy your day. I love you.”

This time Peggy felt it. The stiffness in your form, the distant look in your eyes. It was all coming to light.

You felt like a failure of not being about to mutter it.

“Peggy-” You begin, feeling her palms giving you a gentle squeeze. You watched her face soften, no hatred like you thought she might give you.

“I know, sweetie. You don’t have to say it, I know.” Peggy replies, kindly.

You still frowned though at the strange sensation in your chest. A warm feeling, yet still indescribable.

“B-But… I still… I don’t know what it means.” You explain. You wanted an answer, you wanted to know what it all meant.

“Y/N, It’s something that I can’t quite explain. It’s a feeling, and it comes to people in different ways. You’ll have to figure it out on your own.” She replies, truthfully, and all you could do was stay silent and nod.

You had an answer, but one that still made you question everything.

And when you still questioned everything for years to come.

The room always smelled sterile and peonies. There was always 40s music playing on low in the background just like she liked it. Her precious photos on the nightstand, with little trinkets and get well cards. It was a place to make her feel at peace even during this dark time.

You smiled like you always did when you visited, and always prepared on how Peggy moment would react. She’ll either be overjoyed to see her adopted daughter, or angry for no reason, or completely and utterly lost like you were a stranger.

Luckily it was the first option today.

“Ooh, thank you, sweetie.” She says as you place fresh flowers into the lilac vase.

You nodded, and something caught your eye. A hand drawn and colored card with the Captain’s shield on it. “Another fan get well letter?” You asked, getting a hum.

“Yes… from a little girl. She’s so sweet.” Peggy said, delightment itched in her olden features.

“That’s wonderful, Peggy.”

“Yes, it is. How was work at the base?”

“It went well. I worked with Agent Hill today.” You chuckle. “I finally met Natasha. Apparently she was a Widow like you said. We’re both deciding that maybe it’s time to figure out a way to stop the program. I also met a young fellow named Sam Wilson. We go jogging in the morning together.”

“That’s wonderful, dear. I’m so proud of you.” She reaches to take your hand in hers, giving you a squeeze. “Have you tried the shield out yet, darling? I know you should be the one to keep it safe for me.”

You almost frowned. Almost.

Peggy’s mind was still stuck back a few decades ago when you actually tried out her Britain printed shield. Frankly, it wasn’t for you. And you couldn’t exactly be going out there throwing it anyway since you were climbing up in age too.

Maybe you could find someone else trustworthy of being the next Captain Carter.

“Yeah, Peggy. I have. It works great.” You reply, lying through your teeth. Your heart skipped a beat at the way she laughed.

“Wonderful, wonderful!” Peggy said, before coughing harshly.

You straightened up and snatched the glass of water for her, helping her drink some. You waited until her coughing ceased, and a little color returned to her face. You mentally sigh of relief, hoping that you didn’t just witness the end.

Although sometimes this was worse than awaiting her death.

“You okay, Peggy?” You asked, setting it down, and your heart shattered again.

You watched as she became confused, and almost scared by your presence.

“W-Who… Who a-are you? What are you doing in my room?” Peggy asked, gripping the bed rail, looking like she might spring away.

But you stayed calm just like always. “It’s me, Peggy. It’s Y/N.” You said, softly, staying in your space until she realizes who you are.

Peggy took a few moments before she laughed again. “Oh, Y/N, sweetheart. You’re here. I’m so happy! How was your day at the base?”

You smile again. “Oh, It went well. I worked with Agent Hill today.”

“Oh, Maria, she’s such a sweetheart. Fury made a good decision to hire her. You know, I remember when I first met her, she was-”

You just sat back and let her ramble on, wondering if the end of the day would end like this, or would her mind reset again like always? But you didn’t care, as long as Peggy was happy in her final days then you're happy too.

Is this what L-O-V-E is?

You set the lilies down into the vase, alongside your finished book of stories handwritten, before making yourself comfy while adjusting your scarf around your neck. You greeted Peggy like you always did, ready to share your day.

“-Work was great as usual. Although, there were some complications me and my teammates have to resolve, but hey, it’s part of the job.” You say, feeling the autumn wind against your flushed face.

It started to get cold again, but you didn’t mind. You made sure to wear a coat and hat like Peggy always wanted you to wear.

“I wished you could have helped us, actually. We could have used Captain Carter to fight against the HYDRA agents inside SHIELD. I know I'm not exactly suitable for your mantle, Peggy.” You said, bittersweetly. “God knows even after making all my amends from being a Widow, I still got blood on my hands, I wouldn’t be the right fit to be the hero the world needs.”

It was the honest truth though. Everyone thought as you grew into a young lady you would take over the mantle, despite not having any powers. Some were disappointed at the thought of it all ending, but Peggy never minded. She was glad you were choosing your own path.

You found yourself chuckling. “Although, I might have found someone. It’s Sam, you met him one time. He’s a good man, he reminds me of your husband a little. I think he’d be perfect, exactly what the world needs at a crazy time.”

You pondered on your own answer. “Well, maybe not Captain Carter. Maybe… Captain Falcon? Or something along those lines, right?”

The wind blew again, and you tugged on the scarf again, pulling it closer to your cold body. You always took the wind as a sign she was listening, a push for you to keep babbling about your day.

Your face fell a little, remembering the horrible feeling in your chest as you fought that man on the highway. He looks just like the pictures you’ve seen. Only this time he was muscular rather than a skinny blond man with soulless eyes.

You clenched your fists together. “I promise you, Peggy, I will get Steve back. I’ll make sure he’s out of HYDRA’s grasp. I promise you, and Mr. Barnes, I’ll get him back.”

Peggy told you he fell from the mountains, and you soon learned decades later that the robot he was in helped him survive the fall, but the enemies had wrapped him in their tentacles, pumped him with drugs and dubbed him the Winter Soldier.

You knew if Peggy was there to see him on the street, she would have stopped at nothing to get him back.

Silence fell and something snapped inside you.

You didn’t understand, you’ve visited this place for months now, so how come you were finally breaking down this way?

Maybe it is the flower vase you were constantly refilling.

Maybe it was the way you always sat in the same spot to talk to her.

Maybe it was the letters and numbers etched into the stone.

Maybe the whole Idea of her not being here had finally hit you like a truck.

And maybe losing her to old age and disease finally made you realize what that four letter word meant.

You sucked in a shaky breath, lower lip starting to quiver. “I-I’m sorry…” You choked, eyes stinging, burning for your tears to fall. “I’m s-sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I’m sorry.”

The hugs and kisses she gave you were always a blessing in your eyes, and you knew returning them always brightened up Peggy’s day. Yet, you were always confused on what the feeling meant, the feeling of butterflies and warmness in your chest. Deep down you always tried to figure it out, and put it into words but it would never come out.

But your tears did. Your eyes started pooling out streams as you sobbed alone in an empty graveyard.

“I knew you meant well, I knew you cared for me when no one else did. And I know you knew I wanted to tell you, and you never got mad when I didn’t. I never understood why, until now...”

And it wasn’t a lie. You understood. You understood your question and your answer clearly now. You knew what Peggy meant by everything, you knew the drive and reason behind everything she’s done for you since her very end.

And that was loving you like a daughter like you were her own.

Another shaky breath.

Another stream of tears.

Another sob.

You didn’t care, you needed this release after so many years.

“I-I’m sorry.” You muttered again. “Peggy…. Mom.” You chuckle bittersweetly. “I should have called you that, at least once. I’m sorry.”

The wind blew again, this time it was warm and comforting. Like a hug. So maybe she really was listening? Maybe she was trying to tell you that she knew that too.

“Mom,” You began, putting on a smile, one hoping that she could see. “Mom…”

Yeah, you knew it was finally time for you to say it.

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“I Love You.”

(Fin)

A/N: I'm sorry...

[thestorycfus]

The Sweetest Apparition - Part 3

Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.

Warnings and notes: Food, mentions of Steggy, mentions of Stucky, very small mentions of war. Other characters are also mentioned. This got way longer than the first two parts, but there’s also way more Peggy here. This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 2,304

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It should be a short walk to your apartment, but you made a small stop each time Captain Carter was curious about something. You also got some take out on the way, making sure to pick at least four different options from separate places and a couple of desserts too, since you didn’t know her taste yet. It was a while before you made it to your street.

During the entire time, your chatting was limited to safe topics - how loud and bright the city was, how many screens there were, the amount of coffee options that existed now. You watched Carter fall in love with her caramel coffee and made a mental note to buy her more sweets.

Soon, the Captain would also need to go shopping. Fury had gotten her the formal white blouse and the black pants she wore now, an outfit much more discreet than the uniform she was wearing when she fell, but that was her entire wardrobe at the moment. That was another mission you should handle, but it could wait until after lunch.

When you finally got home, you placed the food over a kitchen counter and gave Carter a quick tour of the apartment. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be enough for both of you until she was more familiar with this century. The tour ended where it started: in your tiny kitchen. You pulled a stool for the Captain and presented her with the options for lunch.

“I suppose you’ve never tried some of those, so I got a few different meals. Burritos, sweet and sour chicken, calzones and Pad Thai. For dessert, there’s lemon tart and triple chocolate cake. I might have gotten a little carried away.”

Peggy took a seat and examined her options. You wondered if that would be, technically her first meal since the 40’s.

“They are all tempting, but I might start with this one.” Her eyes were fixated on a burrito as if it was the Holy Grail. Yeah, that was surely the first time she ate in seventy years. She dove in, so focused on her meal that you didn’t dare to interrupt. Meanwhile, you took the other stool and picked a calzone, eating it while you watched Carter.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that she was really here, and it was surprising that you hadn’t completely freaked out so far, but the prospect of the rest of the day started to worry you. The Captain would certainly have a lot of questions and, if there were inquiries that Fury left for you to answer, they probably pertained more to her personal life than to great historical events.

If the registers about her were right, it wouldn’t be long before the real conversation started. Peggy Carter was too smart to have such a debate in the middle of the street, but she wasn’t known for stalling. As soon as she finished her meal, in the privacy of your (now shared) kitchen, you would have to provide about seven decades of answers.

Before you could try to prepare yourself, she was done with her second burrito. You almost suggested dessert, but the look she gave you left no room for pauses. Carter turned on her stool to face you directly, her posture becoming straighter and her eyes never leaving yours. She was the perfect image of Captain Carter, the hero, the legend who defeated all odds. Still, when she spoke, there was softness in her voice.

“The meal was lovely and so is the apartment. I can’t thank you enough for you kindness, Agent L/N, but I must ask a few things more of you. If you have studied about my life, you must know what happened to Steve Rogers after I was gone.”

You should be ready for that. Of course her first personal concern would be about Rogers. His story with Carter went down in history as a tragic tale of love, bravery and loss. To his last days, Rogers had made it his mission to honor her legacy, but that wasn’t all that he did. How do you tell a person that the love of her life went on to live a decades long, fulfilling relationship with someone else, even though, from her perspective, they were together the day before?

“Please, call me Y/N. And you can ask anything, Captain. I will tell you everything I can.” You took a deep breath, going through the words in your head in search of the best way to let her know. It was best to keep nothing out. Carter deserved that. “Steve Rogers continued to serve as the Hydra Stomper until the war had ended and all known Hydra operations had been eliminated. After that, he stepped out of the suit so that Howard Stark could continue his research with the Tesseract. I believe neither of them ever gave up on bringing you back, but, in many ways, they also moved on to build new lives.”

You made a small pause, in case she wanted to say something, but Carter only gave you a nod, encouraging you to continue. It was impossible to look away from her eyes, or to keep anything hidden when she stared at you with such intensity. Even in silence, sitting still, she emanated a power that kept you talking.

“A few years after the war, Rogers and Stark started an intelligence agency to keep the world safe from threats we could barely understand. They named it S.H.I.E.L.D., because of you. That is the agency I work for, directed by Nick Fury.” There was something poetic in the way that same agency ended up being the reason Peggy Carter was back, but it wasn’t your place to point that out. “Rogers never stopped fighting, even without the suit. He was a legendary agent, working along with James Barnes until they retired. They were also together for the rest of their lives.”

That was the piece of information you feared would break Carter’s heart, but she had a bright smile after hearing that.

“That suits them. All of them.” The joy in her voice sounded so sincere, and you couldn’t help but ask.

“Were you and Rogers… Together? It is said so in the official files, but…” In your studies, you sometimes wondered if their relationship was just a myth, maybe a publicity stunt to humanize the fallen super soldier. It was your job to question the data, but you had never paid that possibility much attention until now.

Instead of being offended by your invasion of her privacy, Carter laughed so lightly and freely that you felt your cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, darling, Steve Rogers had a heart too big to have only one soul mate. He was the love of my life, yes, and I was the love of his, but not the only one. A love so beautiful and dedicated is supposed to be shared. Of course I’m sad I didn’t get to share the rest of his life with him, but I’m relieved to know that he and Bucky had each other. And that’s not to say I’m a being of such virtue that I’m above jealousy. I felt jealous of Steve alright, many times, but I could never be jealous of him with Buck. They fit well together and they were good for each other. They were real, just as Steve and I were. Steve deserved to be loved through a lifetime. I’m grateful that he was.”

Carter’s eyes shined with tears, but she didn’t allow any to fall. Maybe she would let herself grief for the lost possibilities later, but for now she was handling such an emotional journey with more elegance than you thought possible. It didn’t seem to be an act at all. On the contrary, what touched you the most was the honesty in her words. That selflessness of being genuinely happy to hear of how her soul mate lived on without her, in love with someone else, told you more about Peggy Carter than any history book ever had. And that’s how she reacted right after being thrown into the next century, coming directly from a war and landing in a world she didn’t recognize.

“I don’t think history ever made you justice, Captain. The general public thinks of you as a hero, but they’re so far from knowing the person behind the suit... You know, it’s very nice to meet you.” You couldn’t help but sharing a bit of what was on your mind. To that moment, your hero was turning out to be even better than your daydreams, and it was only fair to let her know so.

At that, she gave you a big smile and your heart skipped a beat. You would have a hard time sharing an apartment with this woman.

“You are far too kind to me. To be honest, they never showed much interest on me, suit or not, until I went against official orders and started throwing tanks around and fighting the battles that needed to be fought. I am more concerned about what I am able to achieve, regardless of how they will see me. And there’s no need to call me Captain, Y/N. Heavens, we live and work together now and you’re my guide to modern life. Peggy is fine. And it’s nice to meet you too.” She took the initiative to get a slice of chocolate cake, already making herself at home. You had the feeling that her adaptation to this world wouldn’t be too difficult, all things considered. Peggy Carter would take whatever she was given and make more of it than anyone imagined possible.

“As you wish, Peggy. Speaking of that, there’s a lot I think you’ll like to see about life now. What else are you curious about?” You took your own slice of cake, trying to feel at ease in this conversation. You couldn’t be on high alert whenever Carter was around if she was going to be around all the time, but that was easier said than done. Your responsibilities here were enormous and, to be frank, you were determined to be your best self and impress her, even if just a bit. Maybe telling her about the wonders of nowadays technology would do the trick.

“I am curious about everything. I can’t wait to know all about the development of science, or what I missed in seven decades of sociopolitical turmoil, but there’s one more person I’d love to hear about before we get to that. You mentioned Howard moving on with his life, didn’t you? What exactly was that little menace up to while I was gone?”

Now, that was a rich topic of conversation.

“Well, Stark continued his research with the Tesseract and with many other projects, sometimes along with the US government, and he built a billionaire empire. Weapons, all sorts of technology, wild parties. The man had everything. He has a son, Tony, who inherited the tech, the money and the brains, but with a stronger inclination to heroism. You see, Tony Stark built himself a supersuit, partially inspired by his father’s Hydra Stomper, but with a larger variety of uses. It’s said that Steve Rogers was a sort of mentor to him, but I couldn’t get Stark to talk a lot about it when I interviewed him.”

You couldn’t tell which part made Peggy more excited. She nodded along as you listed Howard Stark’s achievements, as if it was all expected, and her eyes got wider when you told her about his son. When you mentioned Rogers, she almost jumped in her seat. She was already invested, but dropping that name sealed the deal.

“Fury gave me this.” She took two business cards out of her pocket. “It has his telephone number and Barton’s too. Could I use your telephone to call him? I would like to meet this Tony Stark, and I bet Fury would be able to reach him.” 

Giving Director Fury a call from your cellphone felt strange, but how could you deny Peggy that? If the Director gave her the number, he wanted her to be able to reach him, right? 

Instead of dialing yourself, you showed Carter how to use the phone. She looked like a kid on Christmas whenever she was given access to new technology. You would make sure she got a cellphone of her own soon so you could show her everything the device could do. 

She called Fury and you waited as they talked for less than two minutes. Peggy handed you the phone when she was done, with a smile that said she got what she wanted.

“So, what did the Director say?” You asked, anxious to know the outcome of the call.

“We’re meeting Tony Stark tomorrow at 2pm in his tower. Was it him who named it Stark tower or is that Howard’s doing?” She narrowed her eyes a bit, still smiling.

“The tower was built by Tony, so I think we can’t blame Howard for that one.” You joked. “Are you meeting Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. before you two go to Stark’s?”

“Oh, Fury is not going. He booked the meeting for you and me, if you would like to accompany me.” Peggy sounded hesitant, as if she had just considered that you might not want to join her on that plan. 

"You’re asking me if I wish to be there when Captain Carter meets Tony Stark? Please, if I didn’t get the chance to be a part of that exchange, I would beg you for a detailed retelling as soon as you got home.” 

Your reply made Peggy laugh once more, and you were getting used to that sound very quickly.

[jayhargrove]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚’𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬♥️𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[straightouttaneptune]

Windy day

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!Reader

Warning: Floof, maybe some embarrassing/clumsy moments but it’s all good :)

Summary: Y/N is an artist chasing her dreams in New York, and Peggy works at the SSR. Y/N and Peggy takes the same bus to work, and they’ve been fancying each other for a while now. Peggy hasn’t been able to take her mind off of you, and you’ve draw a few portraits of her. But the two had never done anything about the unspoken tension. Until today.

A/N: Hey guys I’m not dead!! I got this inspo from a Steggy post on Instagram, thought I might convert this into a 1960’s AU. I don’t even know if they have buses in the 60’s, but what the hell it’s fiction. Enjoy!!

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It was still a breezy, chilly day that you could tell it wasn’t quite spring yet. You’d need something over your shirt, a light coat and a scarf would do.

Your lace up boots tapped against the asphalt that had bits broken off and surfaces shaved off from so many shoes that pressed and glided against them before you. Your feet kept a consistent pace until it stopped in front of the local bus station. You decided to sit on the empty wooden bench while waiting for the bus.

You were an aspiring artist, who came to Manhattan to fulfill your lifelong dream to work in New York. Things were going steady at work, but that wasn’t what filled your days with happiness in New York.

It was her. You looked up from your sketchbook and gulped silently at the sight of her. She wore a well-fitted black pantsuit with strictly business white button down. The top button was open, showing off her structured collarbones making your eyes glued onto her.

She glided over to the benches gracefully, taking her seat a few feet away from you. She wasn’t touching you, she wasn’t speaking to you, hell, she wasn’t even looking at you and you felt your heart pick up its pace. She always seemed so untouchable, professional and hard to talk to. So you just decided that adoring her from a safe distance would be the right thing to do.

But the universe had it out for you today, didn’t they? A strong whiff of wind knocked your sketchbook out of your loose grip, making it clatter on the ground in front of her.

The wind flipped through the pages, landing on the very last page that had your sketch of her in it. Oh dear god. You watched, horrified and frozen as she bent down to pick up the sketchbook, catching sight of the drawing.

“Ohmygod! I’m so sorry. I know it was so rude and creepy of me to, um, draw you, but you looked so beautiful. You can have it, if you’d like.” You felt a surge of adrenaline from the nervousness, helping you form a sentence instead of gibberish nonsense. You ripped the piece of paper out from the rings of the book, offering it to her in case she didn’t want a stranger carrying her portrait.

“I-It’s quite alright. The drawing is beautiful. Thank you.” She seemed a little flustered and caught off guard, blushing as she took the piece of paper from you. “My name is Peggy Carter. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” She held out her other hand, smiling at you with her cheeks tinted peach.

“Y/N.” You showed her a warm smile and took her hand. You felt the little muscles in her fingers as you shook them, she must be a hell of a strong woman.

Just when you and Peggy were getting entranced in each other’s eyes, you heard the air hiss from the bus pipe, signaling the arrival of the bus.

“Oh! Right on time.” Peggy quickly let go of your hand and said, while checking her wrist watch. Your skin already missed the contact from hers, but this would just have to wait.

“Y/N,” Just as you were about to board the bus, Peggy grasped your wrist back. Her touch was soft and careful, handling your arm as if it was made of fragile glass.

“I know this sounds very strange, but would it be alright if I asked you to get breakfast with me now?” She hesitated for a moment, but she regained her confidence when you took a step back onto the station ground, off from the bus steps.

Your heart fluttered with joy as she finished her sentence, who would’ve thought that a windy day would make your dream come true?

“I’d love to.” Your smile widened in anticipation, your heart palpatating with excitement.

“Let’s go then.” Her smile was like a goddess’s, worth more than any quantity of gold, silver or even Vibranium.

[meganlpie]

Meeting the Famous Steve

A Wattpad request. I do not own Steve or Peggy. They belong to Marvel.

Warnings: none

Pairings: Steggy(ish) x Carter!reader(platonic)

You loved your sister, really you did, but if you had to hear one more word about Steve Rogers, you were going to go insane. Ever since the serum had been a success, Peggy talked about it almost non-stop. You understood that it was part of her job and you were glad she was happy. When she wasn’t talking about work, however, she was talking about him. About Steven Grant Rogers, a.k.a Captain America. It wasn’t until you finally met him that you would understand.

           "Come along, Y/N,“ Peggy urged you and you followed quickly. You were extremely intrigued by everything you were seeing. You were more of an "in the background” kind of person so you didn’t see much of what your sister did.

           Your eyes kept flicking this way and that until they finally landed on one of the most gorgeous men you’d ever seen. You looked him over, from his blond hair to toned chest and arms while his blue eyes stared at Peggy. At least, until you came into view. Then, he looked at you with a sheepish smile.

           "Hello,“ he greeted. "Captain, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet Captain Rogers.” You beamed at the man. Seeing the way the two of them were looking at each other, you now knew why he was Peggy’s main topic of choice. The blond carefully reached out a hand that you took. “Steve. So you’re Y/N, huh?”

           "Yes, the hidden Carter sibling. I usually work behind the scenes. It’s wonderful to finally meet the famous Steve. You are all Peggy talked about during our lunches.“ Peggy elbowed you in the ribs. "Hush,” she scolded quietly and Steve chuckled, his cheeks a bright red.

           He cleared his throat and forced his gaze away from Peggy again. “Behind the scenes?” You nodded. “I study HYDRA weapons and help to develop our own. I’d be happy to show you if you’re interested.” Steve grinned and nodded. “Sure. You don’t mind, do you, Peg?” Peggy laughed and assured him that she didn’t.

           Steve followed you and Peggy back to your place of work, your lab if you will. When you arrived, Peggy excused herself to make a call, leaving you alone with the new super soldier. “She likes you, you know,” you told Steve. HIs face immediately turned red to the tips of his ears. “W-Who? Peggy?” You snorted, “No, the first lady of the United States. Of course I meant Peggy.” Steve chuckled softly. “You really think so?”

           "She hides it well, but I know my sister. And I can tell you like her too. You should ask her on a date, Captain. Take her dancing. She loves to dance, though she won’t admit it.“ You knew Peggy would kill you if she heard you revealing all her secrets, but you knew that Steve wouldn’t make a move without a little push.

           "I don’t know. I don’t exactly have the best luck with women,” he confessed. You let out another little chuckle. “I’ve heard. I wasn’t joking when I told you that Peg talks about you all the time. Give it a shot, Ace. Before the whole world collapses in on itself.”

           Steve didn’t reply, but you could see he was considering it. Then, he cleared his throat again. “So, are you gonna show me what we’re working with?” You rolled your eyes at his attempt to change the subject, but nodded anyway. You showed him your latest creation. In the hallway, Peggy stood just outside the door with a smile on her face. It warmed her heart to see her sibling and the man she loved getting on so well. Even though you had embarrassed her, she was glad you finally met Steve.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I don’t write 40s Steve very often and I’ve never written Peggy before.)

Tagging: @brewsthespirit-blog @fairytalesexistxx @gameofwinters @jotink78 @iwillbeinmynest

[marvelous-heroimagines]

Second Chances

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Angst, PTSD, fluff

A/N: This is for @bionic-buckyb​‘s 5k followers AU writing challenge! I chose prompt #19: “Breaking up was the right thing to do... right?” Please go show your support for the other writers that have written a piece for this challenge!

I had to include Steggy as a pairing because my heart yearns for them

Your hands shake a little as you sit, staring at the cozy wooden house in the distance. The sound of the car engine softly rumbling as it sat idle was the only thing keeping the silence at bay. You’d been sitting in the car, mentally yelling at yourself to move for the last 15 minutes. You were definitely regretting accepting Natasha and Clint’s invitation to a 4th of July birthday party weekend for a man you hardly knew.

You start weighing up the pros and cons of leaving;

Pro: You wouldn’t have to withstand a weekend with a bunch of people you hardly knew and your ex boyfriend.

Con: Nat would never let you live this down. She had been so excited when you agreed to come.

Pro: You wouldn’t have to face your ex and pretend that you weren’t still in love with him.

Con: Everyone already knew that you were supposed to be arriving. It would be painfully obvious to everyone, especially Bucky, that you had chickened out.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you finally shut off your car engine. You had to do this. You hadn’t seen Nat in months, and she would be devastated if you bailed because you had to put on a brave face around Bucky. You could put your feelings aside for one weekend for the sake of your best friend.

Natasha and Clint’s farm house was quite a walk from where everyone had parked their cars, but you were at the front door before you even realised. You can hear muffled chatter from inside, you must be the last to arrive. Taking a moment, you clear your muddled thoughts and take a deep breath before wrapping your knuckles against the smooth, wooden door.

A moment later, the door swings open to reveal Nat with a grin on her face, “Finally!” she pulls you into a tight hug, “I’m so glad you decided to show,” she gives you a look, telling you that she knew you better than you knew yourself,

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I come?” you try to sound casual.

Natasha cocks an eyebrow at you. You could never hide anything from her. Luckily, before she can call you out on your fake happiness, Natasha’s husband, Clint, appears behind her shoulder.

“Y/N, nice to see you again!” he grins at you. You’d met Clint only a few times before, but you liked him. He made Natasha happy, he was a wonderful husband and father, “Come on in! We’ll introduce you to everyone,”

Clint ushers you inside, grabbing your bag and disappearing to stash it in a spare room while Nat pushes you further into their home. You don’t even realise you’re holding your breath until Natasha leans over, “Breathe,” she whispers in your ear.

You roll your eyes, but do let your held breath go. Nat leads you into a wide, open room. A few couches gathered around a fireplace in one corner and a few different tables pushed together to make enough room for everyone. People are gathered around the room in small groups, a few you’d met once or twice, but you couldn’t locate the one man that you’d been dreading seeing since Nat told you that he would attending.

“Y/N, you know Steve?” Natasha says, introducing you to the couple closest to you,

“Yes, a while ago,” you mumble. You’d met Steve when you and Bucky had been dating, but you hadn’t talked to him much. Bucky seemed to keep you and the rest of his life separate, “Happy Birthday,” you say politely.

Steve shakes your hand, “Thank you. It’s good to see you again,” he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “This is my wife, Peggy,”

Your attention is drawn to a beautiful woman next to him. Her makeup was immaculate, and her brown hair was tightly curled, “Hello,” she says, her accent telling you she was British.

“Small world, isn’t it?” Steve asks, clearly referring to how he worked with Clint, and you were Clint’s wife’s best friend. You simply nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

Natasha ushers you on as Clint reappears at your side, shoving a glass of alcohol into your hand. You don’t even look at what it is; you don’t care, you just take a long gulp of it. Alcohol was going to be your only saviour once you saw that familiar face.

The rest of the introductions play out much the same, and you try your best to keep track of names and faces. Sam was a lean, dark skinned man who’s ever word was full of charm. Tony and Pepper were another couple, very obviously in love with each other. Thor was a tall, massively built guy that had a booming voice and told you not to question his name’s origins; his parents loved Norse mythology to no end. Bruce looked almost as out of place as you felt, he was timid but he seemed to get along with Thor; an odd pairing.

The last couple that you met weren’t actually a couple, but twins.

“This is Wanda and Pietro,” Clint introduced, “This is Y/N,”

You smile at the twins, not able to deny that you were almost relieved that Wanda and Pietro were dating, Pietro was exceedingly attractive. He held your stare while Wanda chatted to you.

You noticed immediately that the two of them had accents, Eastern Europe you guess.

“Well, I’m glad there’s at least one attractive single lady here,” Pietro winks at you, and you feel yourself melt a little.

“Ah, Bucky, there you are,” Wanda calls over your shoulder and you tense. You didn’t want to turn around, you didn’t want to see him, “Have you met Y/N?”

Bucky stays silent, and you can’t stop yourself from slowly turning around to face him. Which was a mistake. Bucky was even more attractive than you remembered, even though he’d let his stubble grow out and his hair was a curly mess. The moment your eyes meet his, your heart drops. There was no denying that you still loved the man with everything you were.

Bucky looks as if he’s been hit by a bus. His mouth falls a little agape as his eyes scan every inch of you.

“You look... Well,” you break the silence. Your compliment sounded more like a question, but Bucky only stares at you like a deer in headlights.

You feel someone grab your elbow and whip your head around to see Pietro smirking at you, “Looks like you two know each other?”

“Something like that,” Bucky answers before you can, his voice almost a growl as he stares daggers at Pietro,

“Well, you won’t mind if I steal her away from you then?” Pietro says cockily. You swear you hear Bucky actually growl, but you’re happy to be swept away from this awkward encounter, “Looks like you need another drink?” Pietro asks, pulling your attention away from your ex,

“Please,” you breathe out. You were going to drink Nat and Clint dry if you were going to make it through this weekend.

Pietro had lead you into a corner of the room, wanting all your attention to himself. And you tried to give it to him, but you can’t help glancing over at Bucky every so often. And every time he’s staring at you, his jaw clenched tight and his breathing visibly shallow.

“Why would that jerk ever let you go?” Pietro suddenly asks, catching your attention,

“What?” you ask, tearing your eyes away from Bucky to focus on the attractive man that was vying for your attention. Pietro nods towards Bucky, and it takes everything in you not to look again, “Oh... Long story,” you drawl out, not really wanting to get into it,

“Well, I’m glad that he did,” Pietro smirks at you, leaning in close. You can tell that he wants to kiss you, so you quickly bring your glass to your lips and take another big gulp. Pietro looks dejected for a moment, but quickly recovers, “Someone’s looking to party,”

You nervously chuckle, “Yep,” you mumble and take another swig of your drink, “So, how do you know Steve?” you try to change the subject,

“Oh, I-” Pietro starts but is cut off by a suddenly appearing Natasha,

“We gotta talk,” she doesn’t so much glance at Pietro before grabbing you and dragging you away to the master bedroom,

“Hey,” you complain once the door is shut, “I was in the middle of something,”

“No, you weren’t,” she dismisses, “I’ve been watching you for the past hour. You’ve done nothing but stare at Bucky and pretend to listen to Pietro,”

“You do know this is a party, right? Where you’re supposed to have fun?” you jab at her, but she only rolls her eyes,

“I’m the host, it’s my responsibility to make sure my guests are having a good time,”

“Which is why you abandoned your party to drag me away from a handsome man?” you challenge, cocking an eyebrow at her,

“You and Bucky can not stare at each other and not talk for the entire weekend,” she ignores your question, “You have to talk to him and then you can flirt with Pietro all you want,”

You let out a sigh, knowing she was right. Nat was always right. You didn’t really have a plan to live through a weekend trapped with your ex, apart from being drunk for most of it.

“Fine, I’ll talk to him,” you cave, already regretting the words that left your lips. Natasha gives you a stiff nod. She brushes past you to rejoin the party, but stops to quizzically look at you when you stay frozen in place, “I just... Need a minute,” you tell her.

Taking a few deep breaths, you try to calm your nerves by drinking the last of the alcohol left in your glass. When you’re as ready as you’ll ever be, you give her a nod and follow her out.

Your eyes immediately search for Bucky, and find him chatting to Steve and Peggy. He looks to be having the same conversation that you just had. His eyes meet yours and he stares for a moment before striding over to you.

“Can we talk?” he asks in a low voice. You nod and allow him to lead you out the house, towards the backyard. He abruptly stops, causing you to almost slam into his back, and spins around to face you.

In the low light, you can see the pain glistening behind his eyes, and your heart breaks for him. Your breakup may have been amicable, but it was anything but painless; for either of you.

“How’ve you been?” you try to break the awkward tension, but your question only brings attention to it.

Bucky nods, “Good... I guess,”

You nod and wait for him to say something that wasn’t small talk. But he doesn’t, the silence stretches on for what seems like years; the two of you just staring into each other’s eyes. Unable to distract yourself with alcohol or someone else, your mind starts to wander.

Why had you and Bucky broken up? You had both been hopelessly in love with each other, and you’d made it work for awhile. But you’d grown apart, it wasn’t easy dating an ex-Marine. The long stretches of time apart, the constant worry that he wasn’t going to arrive home safe. Not to mention the PTSD. The distance pushed the two of you apart.

“Y/N, I-”

“Breaking up was the right thing to do... Right?” you couldn’t stop yourself from cutting him off, too lost in your own thoughts to stop mid sentence and let him finish.

You watch as his face falls, your words registering in his brain. The question hadn’t come out as you’d intended, it sounded too harsh and malicious. Your heart sinks as he lets out a long, silent sigh and his shoulders slump. The light from the house hits him and you can see tears welled in his eyes.

The silence was unbearable, and the longer you stood and stared, the more your stomach knotted and your heart broke. You had no idea what he was about to say, and now you’d never know. Why couldn’t you just keep your big mouth shut?

“Y/N?” you hear Pietro’s accented voice call from behind you, “Ah, there you are, love. Dinner is ready,”

You take one last look at Bucky before leaving. You’d hurt Bucky, you knew that, and there wasn’t much that you could do about it now.

The guilt only grows in your stomach as you watch him from across the dinner table. He wasn’t eating, only pouring himself more vodka the second after he’d thrown back the last gulp.

The rest of the night was much the same. Your eyes glued to Bucky as he clutched a bottle of vodka in one hand and glass in the other. He was drinking so much that you weren’t sure why he even bothered with the glass.

As everyone gathered around the birthday cake and sung happy birthday to Steve, you couldn’t concentrate. The dim light from the candles were illuminating just enough of Bucky’s face that you could tell he wasn’t either. He had that thousand yard stare, one that you knew all too well.

Pietro kept trying to claim your attention, but you weren’t in the right head space to flirt with him. You didn’t even want to. The longer you stared at Bucky, the more you wanted to hold him, comfort him.

The store bought fireworks brilliantly lit up the midnight sky, but you were searching for Bucky. Noticing that he wasn’t gathered around, staring upwards, you silently slip away to search for him. You should have known that he wouldn’t be around the loud bangs and bright colours.

You silently search Natasha and Clint’s farm house, eventually finding him. Bucky peers up as you quietly invite yourself into the bathroom and slide down the tiled wall to sit next to him.

“Are you okay?” you ask, breaking the silence,

Bucky hums, “I still can’t handle them,” you immediately know he’s referring to the fireworks. He’d never been able to be around fireworks without being triggered.

A loud bang sounds in the distance, probably the show stopper firework, and you notice him flinch. He brings his knees up to his chest and buries his head. You can’t help yourself from reaching out and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

The moment he feels your touch, he leans into you. You wrap both arms around him tighter and softly rub a hand up and down his back.

“I haven’t felt this safe since you left,” Bucky mumbles into your chest, making your stomach flip, “Sorry,” he quickly adds,

You shake your head, but realise that he can’t see, “Don’t apologise. I would never let you go through this alone,”

“I miss you,” he mumbles, pulling back from your chest to look at you, “I’ve missed you every day,”

Your stomach flips. Maybe there was a chance that he still loved you too.

“I’ve miss you too,” you almost whisper,

“About what you said before-” Bucky starts,

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” you quickly say, wanting to set the record straight.

Bucky’s lips pull up a little at the sides, “I don’t know if breaking up was the right thing to do. But I regret it,”

“You never let me be a part of your life,” you point out.

Bucky sighs, “I know. I was young and stupid... I was scared that you wouldn’t love who I really was... Am,”

“But I did,” you whisper, “... I do,” Bucky’s head snaps up to stare at you, shock written on his face at your confession, “You think that I’d ever be able to move on? You’re the love of my life,”

Bucky’s mouth falls open, and you feel your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment that you’d just said those words out loud for the first time.

“Do you think people deserve second chances?” he asks, unable to meet your stare,

“You know I do,” you reach out to place your hand on his cheek,

“I still love you... And, if you’ll have me, I’d like us to start again,” Bucky says, making your heart beat faster.

You don’t say anything, only leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.

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Maybe I Will (Not) See You Tomorrow

(Part 1 of The Captain, The Soldier, The In Between Series)

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Summary: An old forgotten photograph leads to some bittersweet memories for Steve and Bucky.

(Post Endgame; Pre FFH and TV Shows, except everyone is alive in this AU)

Rating: Teen and Up

Pairings: Bucky x Rogers!OFC; Platonic Steve x Rogers!OFC; Hints of Steggy & Romanogers

Warning: Angst; Mentions/References to death; Mentions/References to sex; Period Typical Sexism implied; Alcohol; Scenes that could be seen as slight depression.

This also features Soft!Bucky, and he may seem (And Steve too) ooc. Just a heads up.

Author's Note: Let me know if I missed anything. This can also be read as Y/N if you like. I do NOT own anything Marvel related, nor the gifs that are in this picture. Just the story plot and my OC. Enjoy!

The cool spring air wisped through the Captain’s hair as he took in the last bit of the sunset from his room’s balcony. The sky was a beautiful orange and gold, and it reflected off the lake the HQ was right up against. It calms his nerves when times get tough, and it even would sometimes get him a spark of creativity for drawing. But that wasn’t the case for tonight. Tonight was just him wanting to take a deep breath and enjoy the peace.

He was so deep into a trance that he almost missed the sound of someone coming into his room.

Almost.

“I thought you would be out there in the lounge with everyone?” Bucky said, coming in with a six pack.

“Nah, not in the mood to watch a movie tonight.” Steve replies, glancing backwards as his friend stood in the balcony door frame. “How about you? What’s your excuse?”

“Same as yours.” He hands his friend a new beer bottle, seeing that the one Steve grabbed earlier was already empty. “Plus, Clint wants to watch Hunger Games again.”

Steve smirks and takes it. “It’s probably because of the bow and arrow.”

“See! That’s what I keep saying, and everyone looks like I’m crazy.”

He chuckles, holding up his drink. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

They clink their bottles together and take a sip, the beer was only good enough for the taste since neither of them could get drunk (which was a con in their eyes sometimes). The two of them stayed quiet as the sun was finally disappearing over the horizon, and the cool breeze turned colder, and the outside light on the wall turned on brightly, shining on their semi-exhausted faces.

It’s been a long couple months since the reverse snap, and with the base finally rebuilt the team took this time to reconnect and get well deserved rest when they had the chance. Whether it was sleeping in, watching a movie, or relaxing by the lake, they all made sure not to go into overdrive until the next mission.

The breeze blew again, stronger than the last time, making Bucky reach up and brush his newly cut bangs away from his face. He finally made the game changing decision by cutting his hair, similar to his style in the 40s, something he’s secretly proud of doing. Yet another breeze causes his attention to go elsewhere, diverting it to his surroundings.

Soon, his navy eyes catch something on his exploring, then gestures it with his drink. “What’s that?” He asked, pointing to a large box he saw through the transparent sliding door.

Steve followed his gaze, deflating a little. “Oh, that? A government official dropped it off yesterday, saying it was in storage from my time in the war.”

“Really?” He says surprised, while getting a nod. “Then how come you’re getting it now? The last time I checked you didn’t come out of the ice yesterday.”

“Well… I mean when I did come out of the ice they weren’t sure if they could trust me yet. Then there was the whole thing with SHIELD and HYDRA, then there was Ultron and the Sokovian accords, and the-”

“Okay, okay. I think I get it.”

“So… yeah. I haven’t opened it yet.”

“I can see that.” Bucky continues, before getting an idea. “Oooh. What if your old stage uniform is in there?”

Steve gives him a look. “Bucky-”

“Come on, we have nothing else to do. I’m curious.” He raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

The blond pursed his lips, before giving into the mischievous glint of his best friend. “Alright. You win.”

Bucky kept his expression as he set his bottle down and walked inside, all while Steve waited patiently on the outside couch. Soon the box was placed on the table, the lid coming off in a flash. The smirk on the brunette’s face grew a bit more as he snorted at his finding.

“Oh, god. No…” Steve said, wanting to crawl under a rock forever.

“Oh, yes.” Bucky said, pulling out the infamous first suit of America’s hero, the one with the flashy tri-colors. He examines it closely, remembering just like it was on the flyers that hung around town. “Damn, Rogers. I can’t believe you wore this.”

“Neither can I.” He said, before digging inside himself, letting the domino effect happen.

It was definitely a trip down memory lane to say the least. There were metals and awards that he had won over the years for his service. Old newspapers from the day he tested out his newfound abilities, the one in black and white, and he was holding onto a detached car door. The flag he snagged from the top of the pole. Some maps he drew on for war plans and so much more.

There were also photos tucked inside too.

Lots of photos. Which was honestly the most bittersweet part of the journey. The items dug deep and struck all the different cords hidden away. Something that both of them haven’t experienced in a long time.

“We really outlived these people.” Bucky said, after looking over the Howling Commandos photograph. It was one just after Steve had banded them together. All dressed neatly in their uniforms before they headed back out into the field.

Dum Dum. Jim. James. Gabe. Jacques. Happy Sam. Pinky. Junior.

All good men. Now they have fallen either in the war or with age. It was something that saddened both of them very much. Outliving a friend while they still look physically in their late 20s, early 30s hit deeply.

“Well, we are a hundred years old, Buck.” Steve said, sarcasm strong, but there is still a hint of amusement.

“105 and six to be exact. And looking damn good, too.” Bucky says, smiling as he shuffles to the next one. A familiar woman with lips the color of cherries. “Ah, it's the Great-Aunt of the Niece you kissed under the bridge.”

Steve bit his tongue, shaking his head. “You really love torturing me today, huh, Barnes?”

Bucky hums, tilting his head at Peggy next to his friend. A bit of sorrow washed over at him as he glanced away. “I’ll say this again, I’m surprised you didn’t go back to her.”

Steve stares off too, feeling the same way but for a different reason. “I did. For a dance I owed her.” He sighs quietly. “I realize it would be weird if I just stayed knowing what would happen in history, and not being able to do anything about it. Plus-” He looks at the other soldier, lips curling up a little. “I’ve made too many friends to just leave them all behind.”

The brunette returns the expression, pleased that he’s finally got a clear answer after so long. “Til’ the end of the line, right?”

“Til’ the end of the line.” Cap repeats, grabbing his drink again for a sip.

Bucky hums again, the mischievous look returning for a split second. “At least you have that red head you can look forward to.”

That comment made Steve choke on his drink, beer dripping off his chin and bottle as he started coughing. Bucky continues with his look, as the blond man gives his chests a few pats until he’s simmered down the fit.

“Buck, what the hell?” Steve manages to croak, as he wipes his jaw clean with the back of his hand.

He holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, I only speak the truth, pal. I’ve seen the way you look at her.” Bucky replies, earning a glare.

“We’re just friends.”

He rolls his eyes. “Friends? Yeah, right. Friends my ass, Steve.”

Steve waves him off. “Okay, whatever you say, man. Can we just move onto the next picture?”

“Sure, sure. Will do.” The soldier flips to the next one, and this time was a picture of Captain America next to Howard Stark, looking like they were planning something together. “Huh... Another love interest.”

“Alright, Bucky.” Steve says, smacking him with the couch throw pillow, making him burst into a fit of laughter.

“Hang on, Stevie. Let's see the next one.”

“I swear, if it’s another person…”

And it was.

Except this one made them both become like a deer in a headlight.

Their surroundings grew mute, minus the tiny sounds of the crickets below, and the sound of the television down the hall.

It was a bit eerie.

A bit uncomfortable.

This was a person that hasn’t crossed their minds in a while.

Three figures cased in black and white, dressed in uniforms that weren’t quite military, but it was their own style.

Two blonds and a brunette.

One navy colored eyes that could be compared to an ocean view.

A set of eyes like the sky, and even had a dash of everforest green.

And orbs that were a mixture of cocoa and chestnut with a swirl of honey.

Standing in what appeared to be a mechanic’s garage, the person in the middle wore his stars and stripes proudly; On his right with a five o’clock shadow, and button up in blue and with a cocky grin; On his left was a woman in a jumper, copying the Captain’s smile as she leaned against an oversized mechanical leg.

Anyone could see the pure joy radiating off the picture, which is why it made these two friend’s hurt so much inside. Because they certainly weren’t feeling that way right now.

They stayed hushed for a long time, trying to stay strong for one another. But even these super soldiers needed a chance to break down to a certain low level.

“I haven’t thought about her in a while.” Bucky said, just above a whisper. His voice is soft and -tries to be- comforting to ease away the trembling before it even starts.

“Yeah… me neither.” Steve says, slowly holding onto the picture as well, taking her in. There was a spark of happiness in his features. A spark, but it was there. “I remember when this was taken. It was right after we started going after all the HYDRA bases. I think Howard took this one.”

“I think you’re right. See-” He points to a corner of the photo. “He always had at least one figure in front of the lens.”

Steve chuckles dryly. “I remember that now.” He tilts his head, studying it some more. “I think this was in the base’s garage, right?”

“Yep. Stark helped build that giant robot for her.” Bucky points to the metal leg in the picture. “What was it called again? The HYDRA Stomper?”

Steve pinches his eyebrows together. “I thought it was Crusher?”

“No, it was Stomper.”

“I don’t think so.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to pinch his brows. “What are you talking about? She flew around and stepped on anything that was the enemy. Where are you getting Crusher from?”

“Because, you can-” He makes a smushing motion with his hands. “Crush things with your feet too.”

“Oh my god…” The brunette shakes her head. “You don’t even know your own sister’s name.”

Steve’s grip on the photo immediately tightened, and his eyes fell over with a shadow. This whole conversation just did a 360.

Bucky’s whole face falls. Guilt hitting him like a truck. Regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. His body starts to slack, as he immediately wraps an arm around his friend’s body, pulling him close. He hears the blond man taking a shaky breath, letting the world grow silent again.

The picture finds itself resting on their thighs, like it was too hot to touch and would burn away their flesh if they held onto it for any longer.

Or maybe the memory was just too painful to hold onto?

“Sorry, man.” Bucky finally said, gently, afraid of stepping over a line again. He feels the man leaning into the touch, starving for some warmth. Hungry for some love and solace.

This kind of reminded him of the time after Sarah died. The neediness he needed without saying a single word. A look was all it took for Bucky to be there for him.

He felt Steve shake his head, dismissing his apology that he didn’t owe.

“It’s okay. It’s just-” Steve begins, sighing. “I promised her I would come back.” He felt his friend’s arm give him a pleasant squeeze, telling him it’s all right. “On the race to the plane, she got hurt and hitched a ride with Peggy and Colonel Philps. I remember we took each other's hands, and she asked me to be careful.”

He chuckles quietly, and continues. “I told her I’d come back, and left. If she wasn’t injured, I think she would have gone with me. Probably freeze together. But nothing hurt worse when she came on the radio in those last few moments.”

Bucky’s eyes fall onto the woman again, heart hurting all over again. “Did she cry?” He asked, mouth feeling dry.

Steve’s frowns deepen, his eyes also falling back onto the picture. “Of course she did. You know how she is.”

Blue eyes casted a glance, worriedness building up immensely. “Would you have been okay if she came with you?”

“Maybe…” He fiddles with his hands. “I don’t know.” Cap meets his stare, confliction and confusion on his face. “Is that a horrible thing to say?”

“Steve, she’s your sister. Your twin. It’s okay to have conflicting thoughts. Especially the life with both lived, it’s bound to happen.” Bucky’s face softened a little, but the sadness was still there as he picked the delicate item back up, making a point. “And there’s pros and cons either way. If she stayed back there, and if she came with you-”

He shrugs and continues. “Who knows. She could have been just living her life in the modern day, or become an Avenger with her face plastered around the world. Nobody knows what could have happened.”

Steve lets that sink in, a bit of weight was lifted from his shoulders, only to be weighed down seconds later by underground anger. “Do you think she would’ve been recognized if she had come with me?”

Puzzled by his words, Bucky shifted in his spot to look at the blond better. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shifts too, back resting against the arm rest as his friend sets the photo down again. Bucky listens carefully, picking up the glimpse of bitterness he saw in Steve’s posture.

The blond weighs on how he was going to phrase this, thinking slowly before creeping up on an idea. "Before I found out you were still alive, I went to the Smithsonian, curious about what people had thought of me. It took me about… a few hours to see everything, and… I just remember being so angry at the end."

The hurting tone had returned, and Steve tried to swallow it before speaking, "It was like… she didn't exist. My sister… just gone. Not even her name was mentioned once. I even looked to see if maybe they had put up her fake last name, 'Kingsman', but there was nothing. It was like they didn't want anybody to know that the giant robot was driven by a woman."

Now Bucky understood what he meant. Now he understood the anger his best friend had, which just added to a long list of why Steve Rogers was skeptical at everything government related. It reminded him that they were trying to erase an important part of Captain America’s life. No wonder he always declined trips to the museum when it was suggested by their teammates.

His eyes fall far away again, his mind wandering off too as he starts to regain some hidden emotions buried deep inside.

“You know, I always hated that exhibit too." Bucky begins, getting Steve's attention. "After I pulled you out of the water, I went there trying to remember everything. Even before I got my memories back, I always hated it for some reason, and it took me a long time to know why." He exhales, recalling something else. "It's on display, but do you remember when that film crew took a video of us laughing?"

Steve nods slowly, a tiny smile ghosting his lips. "Of course. You made some corny joke about sleeping on the ground again. You had us all dying from it."

Bucky copies his expression with a small chuckle. "Yeah, that day." Then it falls flat again. "When I was in Romania it just hit me when I was roaming around. I realized… they edited her out." A knife to the heart for the both of them. "I think… that was the first time I cried since our fight on the helicarrier."

Steve hums at his tale, taking in each and every word he spoke. "That war really fucked everything up for us, hasn't it?"

"Sure fucking did."

Silence overtook again, a very long one this time as they zoned out to be trapped in their own minds. But as the alarm clock inside glowed a late hour, and the crickets seemed to start to grow quieter, Bucky couldn't have missed the whisper of laughter and smile from his friend.

Cocking his head, amuse by the sight change, he asked, "What? Did you remember something happy?"

Still smiling, he nods for the millionth time tonight. "I did." Steve begins, meeting his eyes once more. "We were on a tour for the musical, and I remember about the third time I put the stupid costume on, she said 'You should've stayed home, Stevie. This get-up is probably not what you imagine you'd be wearing for war'."

This made Bucky burst out laughing at Steve's poor attempt at sounding like a girl.

"R-Really?" Bucky said, trying to calm himself. "J-Just like that? And in that voice?"

"Of course! How else is it supposed to sound like?"

"Uh… not like you're strangling a cat? Geez…" He scratches his stubble, before snapping his fingers at a memory. "Oh! You remember in the fifth grade, and that punk Tommy Scotts tugged on her pigtails, and before you could confront him she turned around and gave him a shift kick between the legs?"

Steve snorted, that image was still fresh in his mind. "I remember. She was worshipped like a God for the rest of the school year. Kids were bending over backwards for her."

"Oh, yeah. Some were willing to do her homework if it meant she kept Scotts away."

Bucky reaches for his half drunk beer, with a dorky look on his face. It kind of reminded Steve of a love struck puppy. It was a look he hasn’t seen since the army.

"Can I ask you something that's been on my mind for a long time?" Steve asked, watching him shake his head 'yes' as he brought the bottle to his lips. Like the troll the blond could be sometimes, he says, "Did you sleep with her?"

Karma was definitely a bitch, and this time Bucky was the one choking on amber liquid, the contents making a waterfall to the deck's flooring.

It took the man a second for it to fully register again, and finally, with a look of betrayal, he replies with, "You ass. You waited until I took a sip."

The Captain shrugs. "Maybe."

Bucky sighs. "Steve, why would you-"

"Buck, I don't care if you did, I just wanted to hear it from you. Was it a one time thing?"

His face got hot, and his ears started to burn which made his words slur next. "Well… n-no. It was… I mean w-we did it more th-than once… I mean…” He shakes his head, debating on if he should just jump off the balcony and make a run for it. “W-Why are you asking?"

“Because you loved her.” Steve gave him the most obvious look ever after he tried to deny it. "Bucky, I saw how you looked at her. That was not a look a friend gives another."

Bucky purses his lips, trying to hide his red face (He’ll just keep lying to himself and say it’s the alcohol). “You’re just twisting my words from earlier…”

“Maybe…”

He raises an eyebrow, noticing the look. “Wait… did you know?” Bucky gets a nod as confirmation. “Since when?”

“I started to really notice around highschool.” Steve said, nonchalantly.

“And you never said anything?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “It wasn’t my place.”

Bucky’s tensed shoulders fall, a bit worried though. What if he disapproves? “Steve-”

“She told me everything after you fell from the train.” Steve begins, and makes sure he’s listening before continuing on. “She cried for you and it wasn’t like the time a friend of hers died in highschool from pneumonia, it was different.”

Steve could still picture it till this day, and it both hurts yet brings a bit of joy to it all (in a non-morbid way of course). He finishes it with, “She said she loved you, but I already knew that.”

Bucky went quiet, both hands clasped around the bottle as he weighed in his thoughts. They never actually got the chance to say it to one another, especially during their time in the army, so hearing what she actually said indirectly strikes a lot of different places.

He shifts in his seat, deciding to reveal a bit of a secret.

“I was going to marry her, Steve.” He replies, the knot in his stomach loosening and tightening. He felt his friend’s eyes on him again, gentle like last time. “I had a ring picked out, it was.... Small and gold with a… a butterfly. When I scrunched up enough cash, I bought it. Left it with my older sister at home until the time was right. Originally it was going to be the night I’d left, but I couldn’t do it. Too scared of making an empty promise. Too scared to… ‘widow’ her before we even got married. It’s stupid… isn’t it?”

“No. Not even close, Buck.” Steve said, patting him on the back. His hand lingered on his shoulder afterwards for comfort. “I think it was smart to think about the situation beforehand. You did good on that part.” He smiles. “And she would have loved that ring. You even remembered she likes butterflies like a good ‘husband’ you could’ve been.”

Bucky shakes his head. “Nah. Anybody close to her could remember that.”

“That’s the thing, Bucky. She had a lot of friends, and besides me, you were the only one that remembers the small details. That’s why I consider you my best friend, and I think she would too. Trust me on that.”

He hums, finally glancing back over. “Would’ve you given me your blessing?”

Steve looks a bit taken back, but he shouldn’t be surprised how considerate he was being. “Of course. You’d be the one person I know that’ll take good care of her.” He grins, patting him on the back again. “Plus, having my best friend as my brother-in-law would be pretty great.”

That got Bucky to copy the grin. “Yeah, that would be.” He said, shifting the bottle into one hand, raising it slightly. “To a sister.”

Bittersweetness came back, but the Captain still reached over to pick up his drink again, doing the same. “To a lover.”

“To Jayden Rogers.”

“To Jayden Rogers.”

They clinked their bottles for a second time tonight, the beer tasting a little flat but they didn't mind as they took in the warm and cold atmosphere. Time went by smoothly, silently, but that was alright with them.

The gentle breeze brushed against the photos, and Bucky’s attention went back to the garage one, recalling another distant memory that makes him want to relive it all over again.

“Hey.” He says, getting Steve to look over, a smile plastered onto his face. “Do you remember when we first met?”

(Part 2 )

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