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[waywardsou2]

Wayward's Arcane Ship Polls Master List

Come one come all for my week long poll event for all the ships in arcane (because I am a romantic sap and need to know I'm not alone)

Please beware some of these ships may be spoilery for season 2 so...yeah

Top 10 Ships

Poll 1: Jayce X Viktor

Poll 2: Caitlyn X Vi

Poll 3: Jinx X Ekko

Poll 3.5: Powder X Ekko

Poll 4: Vander X Silco

Poll 5: Jayce X Mel

Poll 6: Viktor X Sky

Poll 7: Steb X Scar

Poll 8: Silco X Sevika

Poll 9: Lest X Mel

Poll 10: Alora X Mel

Submitted ships

Coming soon

[imtryingbuck]

Nightmares and Shopping

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 2,902

Warnings: angst. nightmares. mentions of urine. Eliza being the biggest cunt known to man. mentions of scars.

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By the time they had managed to try and salvage any of the supplies out of the warehouse - which wasn't a lot - it was late. Everyone was waiting for Bucky to say something, to say anything but he was silent. He didn't utter a word going there, during or after.

Getting into the car Bucky looked at his watch and sighed at how late it was, knowing that the conversation he was having with Theo before Steve interrupted was going to have to wait until morning, something he didn't want.

Walking into his home he climbed the stairs not even uttering a 'good night' like he did every night, leaving his family confused to his behaviour behind him.

Once he was settled into the huge warm embrace of his bed he let the quietness drift him off to sleep.

Bucky's startled awake from his slumber as the screams pierced throughout the house. Rubbing the sleep that had gathered in his eyes he grabs the gun from his bedside table and jumps out of bed.

He sees the members of his found family in the doorways to their room, each already armed. The screams of pure terror ring out from Theo's bedroom, not wasting a single second he barges inside nearly taking the door of its hinges, gun ready to shoot at the intruder who had the nerve to break in to his home and attack his wife.

Eyes searching the room he slowly lowers his gun, his heart cracking when he sees Theo backed into the corner rocking back and forth with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, stream of tears sliding down her cheeks. His heart cracking even more when he sees the blood lightly flowing from her swollen lips as she bites down on them.

"Doll, sweetheart wake up please" He pleads softly.

"No more pl-ple-please no more"

"Theo wake up sweet girl"

"P-p-please ma-ke them sto-p E-Eliza"

Bucky swears his heart is going to stop beating at the way she stutters, the way she pushes her already small frame further into the wall. The words she begs make his blood boil he mentally fights with his heart and mind, his heart wants to protect his wife even from her nightmares whilst his mind wants to know more so he can put a bullet through the bastards head who hurt her.

Placing his gun on the bottom of her bed he slowly walks towards her pleading with her to wake up as he goes, kneeling down on the ground in front of her he doesn't grimace when he kneels in the puddle of urine.

"Doll wake up please, you're safe no one's going to hurt you. Please baby wake up"

"No mo-more"

"No more sweetheart, I promise you. Just open those pretty eyes for me"

Steve needed to hold on to Wanda as she tried to get towards Theo to help her. Nat lowered her head. Sam flinched at the woman's cries.

Bucky. Bucky was trying to keep it together.

"N-no m-mo-more?" She questioned whilst still asleep.

“No more sweetheart." He promises.

Sighing a breath of relief as she pants for air, her eyes open. "M-mr James"

"Bucky sweetheart, your safe"

"I-I'm so sorry sir"

"Don't apologise come on let's get you cleaned up okay?"

"I-I-I'll clean-" her hands hovered over the accident she had.

"I'm talking about cleaning you up. Wanda's here and she'll help you okay darling"

Calling Wanda over he holds out his hand for Theo to take. When Wanda takes Theo into the bathroom, Nat leaves to get some clothes from Wanda's room before knocking softly to hand them to Wanda, Sam still had his eyes trained on the bathroom door. Steve moves in with a towel gripped tightly in his hand going to lay it over the puddle Bucky takes it from him and does it himself.

"Buck?"

"What am I going to do Stevie?" The last time Steve has ever seen his best friend cry was years ago when his grandmother had passed away. Seeing him with tears wetting his cheeks Steve doesn't waste a moment to pull his brother into his arms.

"We'll figure it out I promise"

As Bucky was about to reply the door came open revealing Theo who was now wearing clean clothes that belonged to Wanda.

"I'm going to be staying with her tonight Buck" Wanda speaks lowly.

They all watch as Theo moves quickly with her head down and crawls under the bed. Wanda gave Bucky a tight lipped smile and copied her friend's movements.

The rest go back to bed but Bucky. He shuts the door and drops to his knees, he lays on the floor next to the bed and slowly moves his hand out to reach hers.

Falling asleep on the cold wooden flooring was uncomfortable but Bucky found solace as he slid his hand into Theo's, her fingers squeezing ever so gently.

The sun rouses Wanda making her the first one to wake out of the trio, she beams at the sight of Bucky's hand linked tightly together with Theo's. Taking slow steps towards the door she makes her escape.

"Morning guys" she greets as she walks into the kitchen.

Receiving a chorus of greetings she takes a slice of toast off Nat's plate earning herself a smack on the hand.

"Bucky stayed with us last night, well early hours in the morning”

"Was anyone else's heart breaking at her cries or was it just me?" Sam questions with food in his mouth.

"How many times have I told you not to do that?" Steve's quick to scold him "and no mine was too"

"Same" Nat nods.

"So I was thinking all of us should leave, give all the staff the day off that way they can spend the day together" Steve says watching as his friends nod in agreement. They know Bucky needs this push.

The four of them clear out the house before Bucky and Theo wakes.

Bucky walks into the kitchen and sees Theo cooking breakfast he stands there for a moment to watch.

When he woke up he panicked when she wasn't there but hearing the distant sound of bacon sizzling he gathered she was downstairs.

"Morning Theo"

"Mr James I-I'm so sorry about last night"

"Bucky, everyone calls me Bucky so please stop with the whole mr James shit and stop apologising everyone gets nightmares" he says softly.

He stood and watched as her head dipped low as she turns back around to the bacon in the pan.

"Where is everyone?" He asks.

"There's a note on the counter"

He walks over to where a piece of paper laid on the marble top-

***

Buck we gave the day off to the staff and we've gone out for the day so you and Theo can talk, get to know each other.

Wanda says take Theo shopping as she desperately needs clothes.

See you later

***

"It's just the two of us today Wanda says to take you shopping for clothes, so we'll eat and go shopping, would that be okay?"

"I don't have any money sir"

"I'll pay and what have I said about calling me sir?"

"N-not to do it. I'm sorry. You don't need to waste your money on me"

"Stop apologising as well, please. And Theo I won't be wasting money on you"

Bucky's quick to notice that there's only enough food for him so as Theo's about to put the food out he tells her to sit at the table, putting the food she made in front of her he makes himself breakfast.

After eating and putting the dishes away they retreat upstairs.

"The store that Wanda loves to go to isn't that far we can go there if you like or do you have somewhere else in mind?" Bucky questions once the pair was on the road.

"I've never been shopping before Wanda took me" she whispers.

"Oh. I'm sorry that the first time you went shopping was with Wanda that girl don't know when to stop"

Bucky nearly crashed the car when he heard Theo laugh. Wanda was wrong, it wasn't cute. It was heavenly.

His eyes couldn't stop bouncing from the road to her sitting next to him, a small smile playing on his lips hoping, wishing that he could hear it again and again until death did them part. Even though he remembered that Theo had asked Michael for a divorce he kept telling himself that there was time for him to fix this marriage.

"It was fun, I had fun" she says with a smile.

"I'm glad, you and Wanda get along well don't you?"

"She said I'm her friend"

"Is she yours?"

"I've never been anyone's friend before an-and l've never had one b-but I think she is" giving a light shrug, Bucky's heart pangs at her confession.

"She's a great friend to have, loyal and kind, supportive and fiercely protective. Wanda's more like my sister really" He sees her smiling and he loves seeing the way her dimple dips in.

Noticing they had arrived he pulls up and gets out the car before she could, opening her door he smiles.

"Welcome Mr Barnes, I'll have the store cleared out immediately" the manager spoke quickly before dashing away.

And immediately it was, within a few minutes the whole store was empty aside from Bucky, Theo and the manager.

"Get whatever you like, if you need help Ria will help okay?" Bucky asked as he notices Theo not moving.

Nodding and moving a price tag on a shirt that looked similar to that of Wanda's had her gasping at the price moving along her palms started to sweat, the prices of the clothing making her heart beat unevenly. It didn't help that she could feel Bucky's eyes on her.

She couldn't understand why he was doing this for her not since she had told him about asking her father to let them divorce and let one of his daughters marry him instead and especially not with what happened the night before, she pissed herself in front of him and now he was taking her shopping.

It didn't make sense.

"Theo? Is everything okay?" Bucky's soft voice startled her.

Making her way over to where he stood she lowered her head and whispered "everything is really expensive sir"

"Don't worry about money, have you seen something you like?" though she liked the top that reminded her of her new found friend she shook her head.

"We can go somewhere else if you like?" he tries again.

Nodding she looked up and out of the window, across the street a little ways down there was a store and from what she could see the sign said "Thrift Store" and a huge red sign saying sale was hanging in the window.

Looking back at Bucky her breath stuttered in surprise at the fact he was already staring at her.

"Ca-can we go there, please?" pointing at the store Bucky's blue eyes followed her arm as she pointed.

"A-are you sure?" nodding at his question "O-okay" a thrift store he scoffed in his head. Saying his goodbyes to the manager he opened the door for Theo.

Once they had entered the store the owner had forced all the customers out in hopes to please the Mob boss.

"Anything catching your eye?"

"N-not sure"

He watches as she glides around the store, watching as her eyes light up before picking out an item then moving on to the next. Bucky smiles softly at her when she lifts her head up eyes darting around until she lands on him, giving him a shy smile her head goes back down as she continues her hunt.

"I-I like these sir"

"They look good, would you like me to hold them as you continue to look?"

Shaking her head softly "I'm done sir"

"Theo there's only two pairs of trousers and a shirt here" he says as he looks at the very small pile of clothing in her hands.

"That's a-all I'm allowed"

"No sweetheart, you need to fill your wardrobe up. It's okay to get more, I saw you pick up lots of clothing that had you smiling"

"I only need two pairs of trousers and a shirt..."

"Not to fill a wardrobe up. Pass me those and let's get you some more, okay"

Handing him the items she trailed behind him like a lost puppy as he seem to have memorised her previous movements. Soon enough the owner had to come over and take the clothes out of Bucky's hands and placed them on the counter.

"J-James this is too much"

"Nonsense, is there anything catching your eye?"

"N-no"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes sir"

As they moved over to the counter where two huge piles awaited them there was two things that caught Bucky's eyes, one of them being something that he watched Theo touch delicately - a rugged brown bear.

The other was a jacket that had cross stitched patches on the elbows and breast pocket, though he still didn't know his wife the jacket screamed Theo, so when she wasn't looking he picked both items up and handed it to the owner.

Though he didn't bat an eye at the total he heard Theo inhale sharply.

Theo tried desperately to take the bags from Bucky's hands he shook his head, instead he gave her his car keys and asked her to get the door.

"I'll get Martha to wash all your new clothes for you when she's back tomorrow" Bucky says as he put the bags down in the foyer.

"I-I can do it"

"Nope don't worry, would you like me to order you some food?"

"Why?"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"No why are you doing this?"

"I'm not following..."

"Why are you being nice to me? I told you yesterday that l asked my father to let us divorce"

"I sadly remember that, can I ask why you did it?"

"So you can marry one of my father's daughters"

"I already married one"

"No you married his bastard"

Furrowing his eyebrows he sighed, he knew she was the product of her father's affair but truthfully it didn't matter to him. Bucky truly believed he could find happiness with Theo if only given the chance. Turning his back to her he pinched the bridge of his nose trying to contain the emotions swirling around his heart "I don't care about that Theo"

She stands there surveying his movements when she remembered Eliza's words from the day before she swallowed thickly as her stomach churned at what she was about to do.

"Well y-you might change your mind now" she whispers just loud enough for him to hear.

"Wha-Jesus Christ-Theo-what... wha-" his stomach drops along with his heart when he turns around and sees Theo standing before him in only her bra and underwear.

The angry scars that are on her stomach makes his nose flare in anger, the huge scar that Wanda had mentioned was bigger than he thought. The small circled scars Bucky knew for a fact were from cigarette burns.

"Let's have sex" she whispers once again, the urge to cover herself up and run away itches her insides.

"N-n-no put your clothes back on"

"It's okay I just have to lay right here and take it sir, don't worry about hurting me the others don't" the last three words were barely above a whisper, slightly hoping he didn't hear her confession but sadly he had.

"Put your clothes back on" he repeated however this time in more of a demanding tone.

"Now that you've seen the filth that is my body you can now ask my father to divorce me, he'll say yes to you"

"Fuck sake Theo put your clothes back on!"

"It-it makes you sick doesn't it"

"Yes" he answers without missing a beat. Moving closer to her he bends down to pick her shirt up he hands it to her "But not for the reason you think, please sweetheart put your clothes back on and me and you are going to talk"

Feeling like the most stupidest of people thinking, wishing Bucky would of done what Eliza had told her how he would react. It confused her why he didn't either run away or dragged her out of his house.

"Are you dressed?" Bucky asks with his back to her.

"Ye-yes"

Turning back around his eyes found hers, he motioned for her to go and sit on the couch "I need you to be honest with me Theo, how did you get these scars?"

Hesitating for a few minutes Bucky sat patiently as she gathered her thoughts, as she opened her mouth to finally confess she slams her lips shut as a loud ringing coming from Bucky's phone pierces through the silence.

"God sake, give me a second sweetheart. Hello?"

She couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the line but the way Bucky's face dropped and paled she knew it wasn't good.

"We'll be right there." Standing up he handed her Wanda's coat that she had let her borrow the day earlier before putting his on.

"We need to go, come on" his voice wobbled enough to let her know it was serious and for her to comply.

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[missmarveledsblog]

Lead me to you ( Eddie munson x reader )

summary: everyone thought they were dead but what happens when a ghost from the past brings hawkins metal head back from the so called dead or how their relationship stands three years after . 

warning : slight angst , some ptsd , mutual pinning  , strangers( sort of) to friends to lovers

The biggest universal epitome of cruel joke in eddie munson life was dying in the upside down after finally stop running away. The heartbreaking pleading of dustin henderson and the wails of the boy are eddie felt his eyes close finally succumbing to the demo bat brutal attack on his body . Or so they thought , he groaned quietly like his voice was learning to work again as he let his eyes focus and confusion come in ten folds waiting for the pain to hit yet all he felt was a dull ache only well adding to the completely tripped out state. He was in his trailer he knew that for sure well the dreary , doom and gloom version of his trailer . He looked down he was attacked the scars show that but why scars not wounds.

Then it moved the figure in the kitchen darkness that completely covered them and yet he felt no danger , shouldn't he feel some form of danger being in the upside down with some unknown strange being looked human but he couldn't see them probably . the figure seemed not to notice he was awake muttering something he couldn't hear . Sitting up he knocked over the cup alerting the person he was conscious making them take unsure steps towards the small living area of the trailer candle light showing exactly who the mysterious stranger was. That face he'd seen it for month plastered all over the paper for month a couple of times from found to deceased in space of couple of years . He'd seen that face going around town too or in the halls of school .

" Holy shit your y/n hopper" he gasped .

" The one and only" she smiled sadly .

" Your suppose to be dead i mean you closed the gate , they said you died " he said completely freaking out .

" You know about this so that mean you know the gang ... harrington and henderson? Shit are they here i didn't see them out there" her eyes widened.

" No there not , you've been here for eight months this is crazy"he said .

" Guess least now i've company i was like across town and heard the music just my luck to get their too late" she laughed . "

how am i alive i am alive right?" he asked. "They didn't tell you what i can do ? When i found you it was faint pulse but i was able to heal you sort of took too much out of me so sorry ... scars" she nodded to his bare chest .

" Shit i don't care thanks like angel in this place" he joked still reeling over it all . " you know they talked about you all the time i mean like a god which from what really happened and well now , you are pretty metal" he winked.

" Yeah well see how metal i am when we're stuck down here" she huffed.

" What about the gate" he asked.

" What gate" she furrowed her brows only for him to point upwards . her eyes looked at slight light that was on the ceiling.

" Well it was a gate" he winced.

"It's a gate sort of , eddie this might kill me but if it does can you tell my dad something for me and my sister" she asked only for him to freeze she didn't know hopper was gone.

" Of course" he smiled weakly not wanting to break the new and hoping for a better outcome .

" Tell them i'm sorry i did it and i love them" she smiled as she looked up at the ceiling blood coming down her nose as the light got stronger and she weaker finally the gate was opening completely as she fell to the ground .

" I'll get you home" he sighed securing line slightly relieved to hear her breathing stil .

" What the hell is someone there" a gruff voice call .

" HELP PULL IT " he called as he began to see the light of the really world coming blinding him completely , he was home and he didn't run this time.

" Eddie" the voice gasped .

" Hey wayne" he smiled holding the girl in his arms .

......

"Hey you listening" steve harrington snapped his fingers across her face.

" sorry been in a daze" she smiled remembering three years ago when eddie pulled them from the gate with the help of his stunned uncle.  Their friends nearly passed out when they saw the car pulling up  with eddie hidden and her unconcious only for them to both nearly pass out at sight of the supposed dead sheriff.  now here she was standing working a shift in family video with steve since robin was in college and couldn't do  as many shifts as she did before.

" Shit angel i only realised you want to go i can hold the fort down" steve sighed seeing the date knowing why she was not with it . 

" Nah i got it down don't worry  fluff ball" she laughed heading over to stack the videos of returns . 

" Don't fear peasant i am here to save you from dreaded bored" the voice called .

" Hey who you calling a peasant" she glared.

" Oh my apologies dear princess sorceress " he bowed dramatically.

" Dear knight you are lucky or you would be a maiden" she joked back.

" Total nerds which is shame cause you are hot" steve scoffed .

" Thank big boy" eddie winked.

" I mean her asshole" he rolled his eyes.

" Thanks fluffy" she cooed.

" Remember i rescued you" .

" Ah yeah after i nearly killed myself to heal and free you" she asked .

"Ok fine we're both heroes" he waved .

" what am i" steve asked .

" The babysitter" the both called before laughing . 

" assholes" he muttered although he couldn't hide his smile at the two.

" I was actually here to get the movie for our  movie night so make yourself scarce it's a surprise" he ushered her off.

"I'll check the stock out back" she laughed.

" You two and your date night" he teased.

" Least one of us can get a date big boy" eddie smirked. 

" he's just jealous we're such good friends" she headed out the back .

" Just friends my ass you look at each like henderson does those dolls of his" steve scoffed.

" Collectables action figures actually get it right , that actually why i'm here i need advice man i think i might actually die.. this time" eddie hopped on the counter.   

"Wait shit really when did you grow the balls" steve quirked his brow .

" When henderson bragged about  confessing his love to his suzie poo whatever sick shit he calls her i cannot let henderson be ahead of me man" .

" Fair point what advice you need".

" All of it i mean what ever you have in that big hair of yours" .

" Well as cliche it is be yourself man just tell her its angel"

. " Have you met me" he deadpanned .

" Yeah i have and she still goes all giddy around you and that's saying something for a woman who spent most of her life in a lab and basically hell , you know billy hargrove nearly cried trying to get her to catch on he was flirty and she barely batted her lashes  , you do your nerd shit and she twirling her hair like a highschooler" steve bluntly explained .

  " Did you pick yet because keith left his bag out here and honestly i'd rather face vecna again than look to see what died in that thing" she called out.

" Movie me" he quickly said as steve grab closest pile and rang them up before handing the bag to eddie . " your free to leave princess" he called hiding the bag behind his back .

" Which place?" she asked.

" your since you live alone" he chuckled .

" Of course how silly of me i was hoping to see wayne is all" she pouted.

" You using me for my uncle  that hurts sweetheart" he placed his hand over his chest.

" I'm his young bride though true love" she sighed happily making steve snort at eddies horror struck face .

" I'm joking your my favourite munson ... sometimes" she sang heading to put more of video's on the shelves.

"Your a menace princess" .

" robin calls me a brat but she said it's a different kind ?" her head tilted making eddie gulp .

" Well i'll see you later" he called. " if i survive" he whispered heading out the shop. 

She spent most of the day messing around the store with steve only to head home . An apartment five minutes from town and work something she loved about her new little home . Living in the byers home was good but it was too cramped up for her . She must of checked herself over twenty time  a usual before eddie arrived or before she met him . In the three years of being back in the real world she found herself feeling something new which nancy and robin explained were feeling of romantic kind for eddie . It wasn't like she was a virgin she hooked up couple of times with date but this feeling was different , stronger beyond the bounds of what she felt before . it was getting  more strong as time went by too like it was becoming heavy whenever she was around the brown eyes metal head.  Yet it was worse when they were apart even if they had just left each other it was like she instantly missed him . In all the new and  exciting feelings she was feeling old feeling . nightmare that was keeping her awake , the flashes of  being in the upside down.  Hopper could see the signs but she kept telling he was fine . she would hear a bang or a ring and she could remember as if she in there in real time like she never escaped .  she could smell it  , taste it all her senses where locked in a memory as if it was reality.  she felt her breath quicken and her palms sweating til the buzz of her doorbell snapped her back . Shaking herself making sure she was feeling somewhat normal a fake smile plastered on her lips she opened it seeing eddie standing with a pizza beer and the movies in his hands.

" Ready" he asked nervously .

" Always" she shakily replied. 

part two

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Beggin'

You woke to the sound of snoring, unsure if the offending noise was coming from your three year old Labrador or your thirty-five year old boyfriend. Not quite ready to open your eyes, you reached toward the source of the sound and were met with a wet kiss. Snuggling in closer to your four-legged son, you tried to shut the world out for just a few more minutes, Eddie sleepily smacking his lips and trying to do the same.

Over a year ago, the sweet lab had come into your practice with a GSW requiring an emergency procedure. Just over two hours of surgery and one blood transfusion later, he was recovering in the large dog ward and the Lieutenant Commander was sighing with relief on the other end of your phone call. His adoptive dad had been incredibly diligent about follow-up appointments to check on Eddie’s progress, more often than not sporting new stitches and scars himself that you and your female clients were quick to take note of. Three months post-op, you were pleased that the canine had made a full recovery and wouldn’t need to be seen until his next annual, barring any other health concerns that may pop up.

Curiously, Eddie had experienced a health concern every other week or so necessitating an office visit. His dad took him on a run, and now he may have a limp (X-rays and an orthopedic physical exam said otherwise). His dad was trying a new diet and Eddie didn’t seem to be interested in eating (He miraculously gobbled the food down at your office in typical lab fashion). His dad couldn’t find the partner for one of his socks, and maybe Eddie had accidentally ingested it? (No sock to be found in the dog’s tummy or subsequent GI tract). The next time the SEAL called your office, you worked up the courage to ask him if he’d like to pay for dinner the following Friday instead of another exam fee.

You kissed your wingman’s wet nose, petting his head as you asked if he was excited about Auntie Kono getting married today. His head tilted out of curiosity before he hopped off the bed, padding over to the balcony and searching the water for the telltale bobbing of his dad's body atop his surfboard. You joined Eddie on the balcony, spotting Steve about a mile out from the shore, and smiled, knowing that he would be back in soon and ready for his morning coffee. 

Making your way downstairs, you popped a pod of dark roast into the overly fancy machine you had finally convinced Steve to indulge in. Stretching like a cat in the warm sunlight streaming in, you breathed in the familiar salty smell of home and smiled to yourself. Despite having moved in eight months ago, you were still in awe of just how lucky you were to live in such a beautiful state, in such a beautiful house, with such a beautiful man. 

The coffee machine gurgled at you to signal it was almost done, and you took out the butter from your fridge. You had certainly been skeptical of the concept at first, but the taste had surprisingly grown on you much to Danny’s chagrin.

You stepped off the porch with Steve’s coffee in hand, curling your toes in the warm sand and stopping short at the sound of another woman’s voice coyly calling out, “Hey, sailor.”

Judging by the way your boyfriend's eyes lit up and a broad smile spread across his face at the sight of her casually leaning against a palm tree outside your house, you had no doubt in your mind that this must be the infamous Lieutenant Catherine Rollins.

He dropped his board haphazardly in the sand, running to pick her up in a hug as she squealed out a protest about his dripping wet body.

Feeling like a stranger in your own home, you quickly turned to give them privacy, scurrying back inside and busying yourself with getting ready for the day ahead of you. Eddie watched you curiously from his spot on the balcony as you quickly shoved some slippers and your robe into a bag, then tossed the garment bag with your maid of honor dress onto the bed. You needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. You tugged Steve's old Navy bootcamp shirt over your head, tossing it into the nearby hamper and angrily swiping at your eyes. The thing was, you weren’t upset with Steve.

You were disappointed in yourself.

You prided yourself on your empathy and your ability to read people; how could you not see what was right in front of you? You should’ve known that you were merely a placeholder by the way Steve talked about Catherine- Cath.

The taste of salt on your lips brought you out of your spiral, and you brushed your hands over your cheeks, grateful that the makeup artist's expertise would hide the evidence of your emotion. Resolving that you wouldn’t shed another tear over the inevitable and untimely end of your relationship, you quickly got dressed and gathered what Eddie would need to stay at your friend's place for the day, noting that the house was still empty, the pair still down on the beach. You scribbled down a note about Kono needing help getting ready, got Eddie and his belongings into the car, and made your escape from the suffocating silence.

___

Steve discarded his wet towel on the porch by the door, making a mental note to take care of it later before you could spot it. Being in the Navy had instilled in him the importance of organization and cleanliness, but you were on another level.

“Baby?” he called out, ushering Catherine inside and listening for your reply but receiving only silence in return.

"Eddie? Buddy?" Steve's face fell into an uncharacteristic frown at the lack of response. Catherine moved past him into the living room and took stock of the vast improvement in decorations, including a family photo on the mantel featuring the lab who was nowhere to be found. A slip of white paper on the table by the front door where keys were kept caught her attention, and she took it back to Steve. “She went to help Kono,” Catherine read off the note, placing it in his hand. She didn’t miss the way his frown deepened, consternation spreading across his handsome features.

“I didn’t even see her this morning,” he muttered sadly, reading and then rereading your cursive scrawl. Kono asked me to come over earlier than planned. Love you. The writing was devoid of your usual warmth and ebullience, the “i” even dotted plainly as opposed to the usual heart that always had him breaking out into a goofy grin because yeah, out of everyone in the world, you loved him.

Something was very wrong.

___

You painstakingly avoided Steve’s attempts to contact you throughout the morning.

8:03am You're definitely getting MOH of the Year for such an early start

8:05am Missed my goodbye kiss this morning :(

8:39am Danno and I will be heading over in an hour or so. Let me know if you girls need anything

9:27am I know you're busy, but are you okay?

9:43am Y/N :(

Sighing, you clicked the lock button on your phone and tossed it into your bag, sitting back and pressing the heels of your hands against your bloodshot eyes. The rational part of your brain knew that simply ignoring your boyfriend was unfair and, quite frankly, childish, but you couldn’t bring yourself to explain your actions right now. He hadn’t even mentioned Catherine in any of those texts. Was he just going to pretend that she wasn’t back here, back on the island, back in your home, back in his arms?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Kono mumbled softly, glancing at you in her peripheral vision after the hair stylist chastised her for trying to turn her head.

"Just that you look beautiful already," you smiled back, handing her a mimosa to enjoy as she got dolled up.

"Y/N," she huffed, "I know you. What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about Steve," you answered somewhat honestly. "But he doesn't matter because today is about my gorgeous best friend and her gorgeous man," you swooned, dramatically falling into the chair beside her.

"Speaking of Steve and my gorgeous man," she rolled her eyes, but you didn't miss the blush that rose to her cheeks at the mention of Adam, "they'd better start getting ready soon or I'm gonna have to send my fierce attack dog over there."

You let out a playful bark in response, making her laugh and subsequently getting a stern glance from her stylist. "I'll shut up now," you giggled, hands raised defensively, settling back into your chair and trying to ignore the growing knot in your stomach.

___

Steve kept stealing glances at his phone, longing for a reply from you to pop up. Yours and Eddie’s equally happy faces on his lock screen continued to smile back at him, uncovered, taunting.

“Hey babe,” Danny popped his head into the groomsmen's suite, quickly taking note of the slight downward tilt of his partner’s mouth. “What’s with the-” Danny’s index finger circled in front of his own face.

“Y/N won’t answer me.” Steve pouted like a kid, emitting a huff as he struggled to fit his cufflink into the offending buttonhole.

“Heaven forbid the Maid of Honor not have time to text you back!” Danny mocked, rolling his eyes. “Now fix that ugly mug and put a pretty smile on, our friends are getting married today.”

Steve placed his hand in Danny's outstretched one so he could assist with the correct placement of the cufflink, a custom made silver S partnered with an M that you'd gotten him for his birthday. “I think it may have something to do with Cath being back.”

Danny’s eyebrows shot up. “Catherine’s back? She call you?”

Shaking his head, Steve elaborated, “No, she came by our house this morning to surprise me. We talked for a while, got to catch up. I wanted to introduce Y/N but she was gone by the time we got inside.”

“Let me get this straight,” Danny held up one finger to pause for dramatic effect. “Your ex comes to your house, unannounced, after almost two years of being away, and then your girlfriend won’t answer your texts and she left the house without telling you.”

“Yeah,” Steve grunted out by way of response, unzipping the garment bag that housed his tuxedo jacket. “Am I missing something?”

“You, my friend,” the blonde enunciated, index fingers and thumbs pinched together in his classic Danny style, “are an idiot.”

“Where are you going?” Steve called to his retreating form as Danny walked to the door, mission oriented.

“To go fix your mistake, you hopeless Neanderthal.”

___

“Knock knock.”

You raised your head at the sound of Danny’s voice, your eyebrows furrowing together at his reflection in the mirror ushering you into the hallway.

“We’re busy, Danno,” you tried to shoo him away, but the stylist doing your hair sold you out, announcing that she was actually finished with your updo.

After thanking her, you reluctantly rose from the comfy chair and headed toward the hallway between the bridal suite and the groom’s, the walk to Danny feeling like approaching the gallows. Sighing, you leaned against the thick doorframe. “Steve send you to talk to me?” you queried softly, wanting Kono to assume this conversation was about wedding logistics and not, presumably, your boyfriend’s effort to amend for his earlier lapse of judgement.

"Why does Steve have to send me, huh? Maybe I just wanted to talk to you, my lovely, warm, affectionate, compassionate friend. Has anyone told you that you look absolutely beautiful today and-"

"Danny," you cut off his rambling.

He gave a quick shake of his head and his mouth pulled into a tight line. "I heard a certain someone's back and figured you could use a friend given that your best friend is currently-" He waved his hand in Kono's direction, and you turned to see her makeup artist applying a layer of foundation.

You offered him a small smile, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "I'm alright. I can't worry about Steve today, y'know? It's Kono and Adam's day."

He fixed his baby blues on you sternly, calling you on your bullshit without opening his mouth.

"What do you want me to say, Danny?" you sighed, casting your eyes downward to avoid his gaze.

"I want you to tell me how you're feeling."

"You want me to be honest?"

"That's generally the idea."

You huffed out a breath of air with a playful eye roll, grateful for his ability to make you crack a smile even when you felt at your lowest. "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop."

He raised an eyebrow, "Elaborate."

"I just-" You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling silly and small and unwilling to say the words out loud. "I feel like I'm in a pathetic version of 'Jolene'. Like, I'm begging you not to take my man except it's actually my man who's gonna leave me for you."

"Y/N," Danny's hands came up to cup your cheeks, lifting your head up. You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, trying and failing to stop the tears from leaking out. "He's not gonna do... that..."

Your eyes flew open at the hesitation in Danny's voice, watching in disbelief as your tuxedo-clad boyfriend all but ran out the front door of the venue and hopped into a blue Corvette.

"That her car?" you asked softly with one eyebrow quirked upward, everything in your voice mocking I told you so.

"It's a work thing," the blonde tried desperately to convince you and you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.

"I'll see you later, Danno," you started closing the door to the bridal suite as he protested.

"Y/N, wait-"

"I said I'll see you later." The door clicked shut with a sense of finality, and you let out a deep breath before turning back to your best friend. "Another mimosa?"

___

Just under two hours later, Kono and Adam had finished their "first look" and taken some stunning photos in the gardens around the venue. In front of you, guests were seated in rows of white wicker chairs facing the simple arch adorned with orange blossoms and yellow hibiscuses. You smiled from your rightful spot next to Kono, adjusting her lei and making sure it was sitting comfortably around her neck.

"You are literally the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," you gushed, resisting the urge to cry.

"Oh Y/N," she sighed happily. Her thousand-watt smile melted into a frown as she squinted her eyes at you- no, beyond you.

Your head whipped around to assess whatever was upsetting your best friend, and following her sight line you gritted out, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Who but your boyfriend was strutting back to the venue, a beautiful brunette in a knee length navy blue dress on his arm.

Kono nudged you gently and inclined her head towards them. "Go," she whispered. "We're still waiting for Chin to get the rings."

You ran as daintily as you could in the high heels you'd worn to match your boyfriend's tall stature, smiling and waving at the few guests milling about out of their seats, waiting for the ceremony to begin. You reached Steve and Catherine, digging your nails into his forearm and grateful that those same stupid heels placed you at the perfect height to hiss in his ear, "There better've been a nuclear bomb threatening to kill us all for you to show up late with her." You hated how your voice turned downright venomous with the last two words, but that gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach all day had hardened into a solid rock at the sight of them showing up together.

Catherine graciously slid her arm out from Steve's on his opposite side as Steve grasped your hand in a gentle plea to retract your talons, his eyes softening as he explained, "Not a bomb, but one of Wo Fat's former associates."

Excitement overrode your anger within seconds. "Really? Did you get them?"

"Yeah," his face broke into a wide grin. "He's waiting in interrogation at the Palace. We'll deal with him lat-"

"Y/N?" Catherine spoke up, your name on her lips making you want to jab your ridiculously long acrylic nails into your eyeballs. God, you felt like a jealous teenage girl and it made your skin crawl. "Kono's ready for you."

Putting a thousand and one questions and feelings aside, you shot Steve a look that said We'll talk about this later. He and Catherine made their way to two open seats and you returned to your best friend with a dazzling smile. Today was her day. Your thick-skulled boyfriend could wait.

___

"Introducing the new Mr. and Mrs. Noshimuri!"

The MC's voice boomed out through the reception hall coupled with the wedding party's raucous cheers as the newlyweds emerged from the bridal suite, hand-in-hand, twin smiles on their faces that lit up the room. Your heart felt like it would nearly burst at the sight of their sheer elation from being together, Adam delicately guiding Kono to the center of the floor as Etta James crooned about her love coming along.

Halfway through the song, the MC asked for couples to join the happy pair in celebrating their love on the dance floor and you felt Steve's knuckles brush along your jaw in a silent question. Biting back a snarky comment to save face for the bride and groom's sake, you placed your hand in his and let him lead you out to join your friends.

One hand glided down your body coming to rest on your hip as the other engulfed your own. "Interesting choice," you noted as he began leading you back and forth in a simple two-step and sway.

"Their song?"

"Your partner," you quipped through a fake smile.

"Y/N," your name fell from his lips in a sigh as he pulled you tighter against him. "I fucked up and I know it. I should have told you earlier."

You pulled back to quirk an eyebrow up at him. "Told me what?" You twirled past the new husband and wife duo, flashing them a smile and blowing a kiss over Steve's shoulder at your best friend. Trailing your hand up your boyfriend's arm and over his broad shoulder, you let it settle on his neck, nails lightly scratching the short hairs at the base of his skull in a quiet threat, as if you were about to scruff him like a cat at work if his response was unsatisfactory. "Told me what, Steven?"

"I've been in touch with Cath for a few months now."

Your mouth fell open as you sucked in a quick gust of air, closing it moments after and replacing your smile to keep up the facade.

"I've been working with Cath for a few months," he amended, reading the shock and hurt that flashed in your eyes. "She's with the CIA now and we've been tracking the guy who we finally caught today."

"So you- oh." Evidently your mouth had formed words before your brain was ready to send a coherent message. A glimmer of relief sparked in you that he'd been talking to her for months but loving you all the while. Suddenly you felt silly for your antics throughout the day, reading too much into their body language and prior history and not giving him a chance to explain.

Until you saw that stupid smirk on his face.

"Y/N, my love," he taunted, "were you jealous?"

"Oh, see, now you just sound like a dick," you huffed with a roll of your eyes, stepping away from your dance partner as the song ended and turning to cheer on your newlywed friends.

He nudged you with his elbow as he clapped alongside you. "It's cute, baby."

"I'll show you cute, Steven," you growled under your breath, plan already formulating in your head.

"What was that?"

"I said I'm getting a drink," you smiled innocently at your boyfriend before making your way to the open bar.

You took a celebratory shot with your best friend, and then with your best friend’s new husband, and then with your boyfriend’s partner who, bless his heart, managed to put up with the same bullshit day in and day out as you did.

“Did you know?” you questioned the blonde, your face puckering as you sucked on a lime.

“About?” Danny slid you a double vodka sour, your go-to drink, which you gratefully sucked down through the straw in the hopes of escaping the tequila setting a small fire in your throat.

“Steve and Catherine working this case together. Catherine being in the CIA.”

“He doesn’t even let me drive my own car, babe, you think he tells me about secret side cases he’s got going on?”

“Control freak,” you nodded in acquiescence, watching the man in question chatting and laughing it up with some of Adam’s friends. He looked around the room seemingly in search of you, shooting you and Danny a big grin when he caught sight of the two of you by the bar together. On any other day, at any other moment, that smile would’ve had you melting where you stood, but right now you’d racked up hurt and anger and a few too many alcoholic beverages to fall under his spell. Instead, you finished off your drink and placed the glass on the bar top with a resounding thud before making your way over to your man.

“Lieutenant Commander,” you purred, smoothing your hands over his chest and righting his bow tie, “wanna dance?”

He followed you out onto the dance floor like a lamb to the slaughter and you laughed to yourself. Easy.

You turned around so your back was flush with his chest, his hands coming to rest on your hips as the music shifted to suit the younger crowd and the real reception began.

“I take it this means I’m forgiven?” Steve murmured in your ear before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot behind it. He kissed a path down your neck and you let your head fall back against his shoulder, granting him access to more of your skin in your halter dress and grateful for the dim lighting of the post-wedding celebration.

“How can I stay mad when you look like that, hm?” You turned in his arms and let your fingers ghost over his abdomen, resisting the urge to bunch up the fabric in your hand and rip it off of him. You wanted to stick to your plan, you wanted to rile him up and make him pay for the mind games today, but the alcohol and lust flowing through your veins was making it hard to focus. “You know what seeing you in a tux does to me, it’s like having my own personal Bond.”

He chuckled appreciatively in response and shifted his hand to the small of your back so he could pull you more tightly against him. You thanked your lucky stars that the music was at an ear-shattering, brain-jostling level, because the sound that came out of you when you felt his hard length against your belly was positively feral. The surrounding partygoers had been spared from hearing you, but your boyfriend’s eyes flashed with dominance, his ability to so easily break your resolve sending another wave of heat through him.

Taking your hand, he hurried you off the dance floor in the direction of the adjacent groomsmen’s suite, craning his neck in both directions to ensure the coast was clear and then all but shoving you inside the room. You were on him before he could close the door, his fingers fumbling with the lock behind him as you met in a heated battle of lips and teeth and tongues.

Normally, you would give in almost immediately and allow Steve to ravage your mouth, your body, your very soul. But he’d made the mistake of bringing you into this room where empty garment bags were haphazardly strewn on the floor, reminding you that you had come to your best friend’s wedding alone, not on his arm as you should’ve been, because the man currently mapping out the sensitive spots along the roof of your mouth had been preoccupied with his ex-girlfriend. And yes, the rational part of you now knew that it was for work and Steve hadn’t meant to hurt you by withholding his reasoning from you, but the rational part of you had checked out when that first drop of tequila had hit your tongue.

You were going to make Steve McGarrett remember that, no matter his bravado, his cocky attitude, his masterful control of your body, he belonged to you.

“Enough,” you growled out against his mouth, using every ounce of your resolve to tug on his short hair eliciting a gasp from him followed by a questioning look. “The rest of the world may call you 'Commander', but I’m in charge tonight, McGarrett. Do you understand?”

“That’s cute, angel, but-”

You gripped his chiseled jaw in your hand, thumb pressing into his cheek as you tugged his face toward yours in a move that resembled one of his signatures with you. You spoke slowly and enunciated every syllable, repeating, “Do. You. Understand?”

He nodded, dumbstruck at your show of dominance. Gone was his normally submissive plaything, replaced by a powerful goddess who had him equal parts enraged and enraptured.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” you cooed, using his favorite phrase against him as your thumb lazily stroked over his stubble.

“I understand,” he mumbled, deferential to you for perhaps the first time in your relationship. The gleam in your eyes as he succumbed to you indicated it wouldn’t be the last.

A catlike grin spread across your face as you registered that he was playing along despite being able to easily overpower you. You had thought you’d be bent over his knee by now for daring to speak to him like that, but his beautiful steel blue eyes were trained on your every move, his pupils blown wide with lust and desperation to please you.

“Come,” you tugged on the bow tie around his neck and he obediently followed you to the vanity area where you promptly hopped onto the counter. “On your knees.”

To your delight, he dropped to his knees between your parted legs and you resisted the urge to moan at the sight. Small pants of air fell past his kiss bitten lips as he looked up at you, awaiting your next command.

You closed your eyes and hummed in delight as you carded your hand through his tousled hair, scratching your nails along his scalp and eliciting such a guttural groan from him that liquid heat pooled between your thighs and your face and neck flushed immediately. “Please.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Did you just beg?”

“Y/N,” his hands fisted at his sides as he spoke your name through gritted teeth.

“Okay, baby,” you took pity on him, knowing how frustrating it was when he would deny you from touching him to the point of tears. “I want you to take my panties off using just your mouth. If you use your hands, we start over. Got it?”

He licked his lips and nodded, obediently placing his hands behind his back and bending down to kiss your ankle. He made his way up the inside of your leg, the feeling of his rough stubble against your soft skin making you delirious with pleasure. He placed a delicate kiss over the wet spot on the lacy fabric of your lingerie and you involuntarily rocked your hips forward, the sound of his moan drowning out your own.

“Stand up. Please.” His voice was hoarse with arousal and you had half a mind to ditch this whole plan altogether and just ride him on the couch. But then his head was dipping beneath your dress and his teeth were grazing your hipbone and you had never felt so fucking powerful.

He grasped the skimpy material between his teeth and tugged it down over the curve of your ass before shifting to the neglected side. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” you breathed out, regretting the strict rule to your game because he was, after all, a Navy man who was nothing if not regimented.

You bunched up your dress and his face emerged with a cheeky little grin before turning into a demure smile. “Just doing what you asked, princess.”

“Shut up,” you snapped back, hooking your thumbs into your panties and pushing them down the remaining length of your legs. You sat back on the counter and beckoned him forward. “Now be a good boy and make me cum so I forgive you for all the dumb shit you pulled today.”

He wiggled his fingers with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Steve, you can use your hands now.”

And that was all the permission he needed, diving between your legs and lapping at your folds. His nose nuzzled against your clit as his tongue performed its ministrations, in and out, back and forth, side to side, hitting your most sensitive spots methodically like he’d mapped them out during a recon mission.

A symphony of wanton moans flew out of your mouth as he expertly worked your body, your fingers tugging on his hair as his fingers joined his tongue. In a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand, you flung your heel off to the side and ran your foot over his hard length, causing him to groan out an unintelligible string of curses against your core.

You yanked his head back, and he looked up at you, panting, the bottom half of his face shiny with your arousal. “What?” he asked incredulously.

You feigned a frown, your face equally flushed and chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “I taught you better than to talk with a full mouth, Steven.”

His eyes fluttered shut as a strangled moan escaped his lips and your resolve shattered. You joined him on the floor and met him in a heated kiss, the heady taste of your juices mixed with the whiskey he’d enjoyed earlier making your head swim.

He growled out, “Will you let me fuck you now?” and all you could do was nod dumbly, fingers fumbling with his belt buckle and desperate to get your mouth, your hands, your aching pussy on his cock.

You finally got the offending accessory off, unzipping his pants and freeing his rock hard length from its confines. Whining at the mere sight of him, you bent down and licked along the underside of his beautiful cock, savoring his taste and the way his fingers threaded in your hair.

Your boyfriend suddenly clamped down on your brunette locks, sharply tugging you off him and causing you to cry out in shock. “Done with your little game, hm?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled pathetically, slipping back into your submissive role in an instant.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you offered more hesitantly, afraid that he would send you back out into the party without fucking you as punishment.

He crooked one long finger at you, beckoning you forward until his hot breath was ghosting over your face. “I did, too,” he whispered, a quiet promise between the two of you that it would happen again.

“Oh fuck- Steve!” Your moan of pleasure from his confession devolved into a mantra of his name as he easily lifted you up and brought you down on his cock.

You never ceased to be amazed by his sheer power, mesmerized by the sight of his strong thighs flexing with each thrust and the way his entire length was disappearing inside of you. “That’s my girl,” he praised, tracking your gaze down to where your lust blown pupils studied your bodies intimately connecting.

You brought your hands up to cup his cheeks, looking up to find his eyes already locked on yours. “Mine,” you sighed out reverently.

“Yours,” he mumbled against your lips, meeting you in a passionate kiss and swallowing your moans as they reached a fever pitch, stars exploding behind your eyes as an earth-shattering orgasm rolled through your body.

Steve’s hips stuttered at the feeling of you clenched around him and he followed shortly after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own orgasm. You opened your eyes blearily, meeting his blissful smile with one of your own as the two of you came down from your shared high.

“So now am I forgiven?”

You hummed in response, following up with “Jury’s still out on that one, McGarrett.”

He shifted his hips, effectively fucking up into you, and you cried out indignantly.

“Sorry, baby,” he apologized, his smug grin conveying that he was anything but.

You peeled yourself off his sticky body, grimacing at the lewd sound of him slipping out of you. Steve tucked himself and his dress shirt back into his pants as you retrieved your discarded panties from the floor and swiped at the smudged wings of your eyeliner. “Think they’ll notice we were gone for so long?” you asked with a giggle as you unlocked the door.

“It’s a wedding, babe,” he assured you, “everyone’s too happy and/or drunk to care.”

The two of you crept out of the suite, quickly being swept up into the cacophony of the ongoing reception. You made your way back over to the bar, hoping that your friends hadn’t missed your presence and would accept that the sheen of sweat on your bodies was from innocently dancing the night away.

“So,” Danny swooped in as you requested a glass of water from the bartender, “you two kiss and make up?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Daniel,” you muttered around your straw, the cold drink coupled with the previous hour’s activities helping you to gradually sober up.

“Funny, cause I remember Steve having a belt on earlier.”

Your guilty eyes immediately shot to your boyfriend’s waist and you spotted the glint of metal in the center. “Dammit, Danno,” you groaned at his clever trick.

He grinned in response before getting serious. “He’d better not forget how good he’s got it.”

“Trust me,” you smiled, catching Steve’s eye from across the room and earning yourself a wink, “I won’t let him.”

[thisartemisnevermisses]

Freefall 6/-

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: angst, fluff, mild smutt, romance, adventure, reconciliation, cursing, anxiety.

Summary:

After the events of ‘Going Under’ you start a new life in Tokyo. Realizing those events changed you in more than one way. You’re not just the nice analyzer girl, you take life in your own hands again. Only to be pulled back into the rabbit whole.

After almost 2 years the Avengers call upon your help. Recapturing the one person that made your life a living hell. Going on a manhunt, or more likely woman hunt, with the one person you hoped to leave behind for good. Will things spark again between the two of you or are you as cold as ice?

A/N: Finally! Well my live isn’t going anything other then yours at the moment, but my live is never been this crazy. Working from home, with two kids and everything else around it...I’m sorry I haven’t updated in such a long time, but I’m going to try update regularly....For now enjoy this new chapter of Freefall...

Chapter 06: Junbi / Preparing

Reuniting with the two ex-spies was something you needed. Seeing that in your line off work, love was possible. Both were madly in love with each other, even after all those years. Just like every other couple they would bicker or discus things, but always reconciled. That was one thing, being a spy had learned them, don’t go away angry or mad. You loved to watch them, but felt sad thinking about your own relationship, or rather the non-exciting fact about it. Focusing on the upcoming mission, became more difficult by the day. The way Steve was behaving around you, didn’t make it any easier. He tried to act as normal as possible, trying to let the events in the quinjet don’t influence him nor you. For the both of you, it looked like it worked, any other could see two fools not giving in on another.

When you left for Ait Rbaa, 3 days for preparations seemed enough, but the day of the charity-event had come to soon. Today was the day, the day you’d try to cross Sharon’s plan. Dressing yourself in a dress Natasha had chosen, you debate with yourself. Were you ready for this mission, could you shut off all your emotions, that had grown with the days. Pretend that what did happen between you and Steve, didn’t. Applying the last bit of eyeshadow to your eyes, a knock interrupts your inner thoughts.

“Y/N, can I come in?” Bobbi asks, awaiting your answer. “Yes, come in Bobbi”, you answer, while looking at yourself in the mirror. “Wow….you sure you’re going on a mission?”, Bobbi compliments, seeing your red dress. “Is it too much, am I standing out?”, the insecurity on your face, “Natasha packed it for me, saying I would need it”, you smile, thinking back at the big smile the redhead had. Giving you the order, only to take the cover of, when you were changing for the event. When you finally did, half an hour ago, you knew why she had asked you that. When you had seen the cut and color of the dress back home, you would’ve swapped it with something more discrete. It was a long crimson red A-line dress with a slit by your left leg. The bodice with sleeves, hugged your figure and cupped your breast perfectly. As if it weren’t enough, your cleavage stopped just above your belly button. The red peep toe’s making you stand tall and elegant, but were a challenge for you, this was a height you weren’t used to.

“Were do I keep my gun?”, you ask no one particular, eyeing yourself in the mirror. Bobbi laughs at you, “That’s the thing you worry about? I think Steve will love it. You look stunning”, her eyes shining with amusement. “Steve..what has he to do..?”, you stop midsentence, seeing Bobbi give you the look, “Don’t fool me y/n, the longing looks you both give each other, don’t go unnoticed by me nor Hunter”, she blinks, “I think the mission will go just fine. And with your gun problem, I think I’ve got something that can help you. Just need to check my old equipment”, walking out of the room.

Checking your hairstyle in the mirror, you decided to put in some more bobby pins and walk into the bathroom. Hearing someone enter the room, you assume it’s Bobbi, “Did you find..”, coming out of the bathroom, stopping when you see Steve standing there. The tuxedo he’s wearing frames him, making him look handsome. His freshly trimmed beard and styled hair, makes the picture complete. You both stare at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say to the other. His gaze roaming over your body, just like yours does over his.

The dress hugged you in all the right places and made him wish there was no mission. How he wished you trusted him, that there was no rift between you. He was tired of the fights and discussions you’ve had with each other. Or the fact that every time he came close, you stopped him and put up your wall again. How he wished for you to let it go and accept your feelings. He knew you felt the same way, you were just to fucking scared or angry to accept it.

Imagining helping you out of that dress and into bed, awakes that urge he had tucked away safely. Trying to ignore what you do to his body and mind, he starts talking about the mission.    

“I wanted to talk to you about..Well..just wanted to check if you’re okay with what were about to sell. You’re okay with us pretending to be a couple?”, Steve asks breaking the silence, shifting in his stance, his movements emphasizing how out of place he’s feeling.  

“Steve, it’s part of the job. I don’t think we need to talk about boundaries, just be yourself, act natural. Do what you would do, if we were a real couple”, startled by what you say, you avoid looking at him. Screaming mentally, how could you be so stupid to say something like that. Asking yourself how he would be, if you really were a couple. After this mission was done, you needed to talk to yourself. Seeing your body, had already made up its mind, twice, you needed to decide if you could let go of the past, “What I meant was I will follow your move, they won’t even notice that we’re not together”, you answer, looking at him, the question visible on his face.

“Y/N, I..we need to talk about what happened. I know you’re not ready, but you just can’t let me expect to ignore the signals you’re sending my way. In the quinjet you kissed me back, I think that’s pretty clear. I know I made some bad decisions in the past, but I need to..”, Steve takes a few steps towards you.

“Steve, we’re about to go on a mission. I need my head clear and talking about that stuff, thinking about Us being together, doesn’t help. I can’t talk about it, not yet..I need to focus, we can’t afford mistakes”, you interrupt him, seeing the pain in his face makes you regret your words that instant. Stepping closer, laying your hands on his shoulders, “The past marked us with scars, it left us vulnerable. I’m trying to let it go an accept my vulnerability. But at this moment I need Steve Rogers the soldier”, adjusting the collar of his blazer, pecking his cheek “I’m sorry”, for a moment you stare each other in the eyes, trying to except the situation you’re in at the moment.  

“Here I found my old holster”, Bobbi says walking in, seeing the both of you staring at each other, “Everything okay?”, she asks looking at you. Snapping out of your stare, you look at Bobbi, “Yeah Fine, nothing’s wrong”, you smile, looking at the item Bobbi had brought. “Here, you can attach this to your leg. It adjust to your skin color, hiding your gun in plain sight”, handing you the holster, ignoring Steve for a moment. “Thanks, that way I won’t go without a weapon”, fastening the holster onto your right leg, attaching the gun to it. “So, ready to go ?”, you look at Steve, who’s still having an intern monologue. “Steve, can we go?”, you ask again, a little louder, finally getting his attention. “Yes, we can go, just need to check our coms and equipment with Hunter”, Steve answers clearing his throat at the awkward situation. “Let’s go then”, taking your clutch, you walk downstairs.

“Jowsa, you look hot, smalls”, Hunter whistles, handing you your earpiece, “Thanks, but don’t let your wife hear it”, you wink at him. “He’s only speaking the truth”, Bobbi remarks, handing you your items, a lipstick laser, a powder box with compartments, earrings and matching neckless and a bracelet that turns in a chain. “How cliché”, you say amused, looking at Steve, who’s been quiet the whole time.

“Say, Rogers, cat got your tongue?”, you ask, not getting an answer, you turn towards him. “You’re not thinking about aborting the mission, are you?” standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, “Stev..”, he interrupts you by giving you a quick kiss on the lips, “I was just admiring you, you look gorgeous”, he softly says and walks towards Hunter for his equipment.

You look stunned at Bobbi, who raises her brows, mouthing ‘finally’. “We’ve explored the venue and hid some camera’s and mics. Your back-up equipment and gear are hidden on different places. You can find them with the tracker on your purse and watch if you need them. The cameras are connected to the com room in the compound”, Hunter explains, “You’re necklace and bowtie are new gadgets from Wakanda, greetings from Suri and the warning not to lose them. The items contain your uniform. Just like T’Challa you can summon your uniform if needed. Let’s hope it’s not necessary”, Bobbi gives a warning look.

“Remember, were gone as soon as you leave this house. It will be like we’ve never been here. Your belongings will be stashed away in a safe at the train station. Along with your passport and two train tickets to Tarbaka in Tunisia. From there you need to contact the base”, he continues, hugging you tight, “Be careful, smalls” pecking the side of your head.

“As of now, we were never here. Never met you or helped you prep this mission. We’re retired state agents, enjoying a vacation”, Bobbi smiles, guiding you out of the house. “Watch each other’s back. Once you’re in the venue your coms will connect automatically with the compound, oh and Cap, watch her, keep her safe!” Hunter warns Steve, glaring at him for a second. “Don’t worry Agent Hunter, she’s important to me to”, Steve says stepping into the car.  

Stepping into the car you take one last glance at those two, they were legends, ghost if you would believe their files. Retired for a long time, stayed in hiding since Hive and now they risked everything to help the both of you. Hopefully they could continue their way of living, without any interruption.  

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Sunsets in Wakanda - 2

Summary: After his programming is removed, Natasha secretly visits Bucky in Wakanda. They rediscover each other as they are torn between love and promises.

Characters: Bucky x Natasha

A/N: Hopefully you guys like chapter 2. Let me know what you think!

MASTERLIST

Steve made his way up the staircase as he answered the phone, "T'Challa, how are you?" A smooth voice came through the other side, "Captain," replied T'Challa, "We have some news about Sargent Barnes."

Steve closed the door of the study and unconsciously headed to the window to keep an eye on the surroundings of the safe house. He trusted Natasha and knew if anyone knew how to have a proper safe house, it would be her but he couldn't help but always be looking over his shoulder now. This had become a habit that didn't go unnoticed by the others. They were the most wanted criminals in the world and even though he was sure Tony or Fury wouldn't aid in the search for them, he couldn't shake the feeling of always being on edge. He felt as though he had been holding the same breath since Siberia, never knowing when he'll finally be able to exhale. "Good news, I hope," Steve responded, looking for some much needed positivity.

"It appears so. Shuri believes that she has successfully removed all of the Winter Soldier programing from Barnes. We are preparing to wake him up tomorrow but Shuri thinks taking a slower, more natural approach will be better for him."

"How long?"

"Three days. You think you could make it here by then?"

"No problem."

"Captain, there is one more thing."

- - -

The laughter around the table had returned by the time Steve made his way back. The smirk across his face, as he leaned on the wall, seemed to make their smiles grow, none more than Natasha, "So?" She asked, trying not to sound too eager.

"Shuri appears to be a miracle worker, she was able to remove the programming from Bucky's mind." Steve replied with a cautious smile.

"Completely?" Sam asked with a quirked brow, "No more trigger words?"

"That's what I'm led to believe, he'll still have his memories; good and bad, but no more programing."

Natasha's chest became heavier. She tried her best to keep her mind from wander there; if James would finally remember her. She gave up even the slightest bit of hope long ago and refused to let any false sense of optimism rise again. She was sure Hydra had removed even the smallest memory of her from his mind after the Red Room. However much it hurt, it made sense to her. After all, he had always followed orders until she came around. This thought made the smallest smirk appear on her face until she noticed Wanda was looking at her with her eyebrows raised. She shook it off and turned her attention back to Steve, "So are you headed down there then?" She asked.

"Yes, it looks like we're all going to get a much needed break so, after I drop you all off at your desired locations, I'm going to head that way."

"Fantastic!" Sam shouted.

"Just remember the rules, we can't let our guard down." Steve said, specifically at Wanda as she rolled her eyes at him. "Well everybody should pack and get some sleep, we head out tomorrow."

The three of them got up from the table to leave the room. As Natasha passed the doorway, Steve lightly grabbed her arm, "Hang on, Nat."

Natasha tried to read the emotion on his face but it was surprisingly blank which filled her up with worry. "What's up?"

Steve lifted his hand up towards the living room so she headed to the incredibly uncomfortable sofa and took a seat with Steve right behind her. The heavy feeling in her chest returned. There was only a moment of silence but Natasha couldn't take it.

"Steve."

"T'Challa and Shuri think it would be a good idea if you came with me to Wakanda."

Her heartbeat instantly quickened to an unhealthy rate. Not wanting to raise any suspicion, she maintained her eye contact, "Why?"

"Think about it, you have some real horrors in your past. You were forced to do things you had no control over, but here you are now-"

"A world wide wanted criminal." She interrupted. This made them both laugh for a moment. It's one of the things Natasha enjoyed most about their friendship; in good times and bad, they could always make each other smile even for just the smallest moment. A gentle reminder that they're in this together.

"What I'm trying to say is you constantly put yourself in harms way to help others. Whether you believe it or not, you're a good person and I think Bucky could learn a lot from you about coming to peace with your past and moving forward to do good. T'Challa and Shuri think so too."

"But Stev-"

He put a hand up to stop her from talking. She had to fight the urge to smack him; he seemed to notice the look on her face, "Sorry, it's just that I know he isn't your favorite person. He's shot you multiple times so I get it but I'm hoping maybe you can understand his position right now."

Natasha looked towards the ground and let out an exhale. The two lasting scars on her body were not from James, but the Winter Soldier. She knew almost exactly what he would be going through when he regained consciousness. No matter what any told him, he may not of had his hands on the wheel when Hyrda had control of his mind, but he was still in there, witnessing the acts he was forced to commit. He would have to come to terms with that and she felt like she owed it to him to help. More than that, she wanted to help him, no matter what kind of wounds to would open for her. "It wasn't him," She said softly before looking up at Steve, "What do you want me to do?"

Steve gave her a gentle smile, "I'm hoping to be there for about a week after he wakes up. I just want you to talk to him a couple times."

"That simple, huh?"

"Hopefully." He responded as he slapped his knees to get up. As he headed out the room, Natasha asked the question before she could stop herself, "Steve, you said he would have all his memories; the good and the bad. How do you know?"

Steve turned back around the face Natasha, "Well, Shuri would be a lot better at explaining it than me, but something about her going through his individual memories to remove the programing but keeping the memory. Apparently it will take him awhile to remember everything but it's all in there."

She felt every emotion someone could in that moment; happiness, fear, anger, but did her best to mask it with another question she already knew the answer to, "So Shuri has seen all his memories?"

"I know, it seems a little intrusive but Bucky was up for anything if it meant getting the Hydra programing out of there."

"Can't blame him."

"Goodnight, Natasha."

"Night, Steve."

As soon as she heard Steve's door closed, Natasha placed her face in her trembling hands to cover up the emotions she couldn't hide anymore. Shuri knew.