#steve grant rogers oneshot

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Leash of Faith - AU Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: retired, dog dad Steve Rogers, meet cute in a park, strangers to lovers, smut, 18+

word count: 12.2k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1315003134-leash-of-faith-shaye

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The pink blossom petals floated around in the breeze, dropping from the tree above Shaye in lazy circles to the ground beneath her boots. She watched as Milo chased the petals, snapping his teeth at them in an effort to get a hold of one. 

“You silly boy, those don’t taste good,” she knelt, patting her knee so he would join her in the shade. 

She was thankful that the warm weather had rushed in from the coast, everything had been so grey for so long and the sunshine felt so good on her skin. She tucked a loose strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as Milo nuzzled himself into her side. She watched all the people wandering around the park with their dogs, most hand in hand, and found herself pining after that connection. It had been over a year since she moved to the city and except for a few friends she had only made because they were coworkers, Shaye was hopelessly alone. 

Milo licked her face as if he could read her mind, “I know, I know. I have you,” she laughed and she gave him a few deep scratches behind his long ears.

 His head snapped to the left, “No,” she sighed, knowing the look far too well not to be prepared for the takeoff. Milo had seen a tennis ball and before she could get a hold of his collar he was darting down one of the many winding forested paths of the free-range dog park. 

Before she could catch another breath, the chocolate fur of her pet had gotten out of her sight. 

"Dammit." Shaye cursed lowly, raking her eyes in search of Milo. 

Walking down to the little pond at the edge of the park, she spotted her dog playing with another and the owner, a little far off, his head turning searchingly as if he was looking for something

She didn’t recognize the owner, she brings milo here almost every day. But she didn’t mind, both pups seemed happy, playfully fighting over the ball every time the owner would throw it. 

She’d never seen milo interact with another dog like this before, it was almost like they’d been friends for years.

Shaye looked on from the far side of the pond with a smile as the tall, broad-shouldered man kneeled to take the ball from Milo's mouth and faked a throw. As both their furballs looked forward, tongues out and ears perked up her smile turned into giggles as they realized there was no ball in sight and turned to jump on him. 

His bright blue eyes met hers as he turned to the sound of her laugh, waving at her with a shy smile. Shaye felt her cheeks heat a little, an answering smile spreading across her face as she waved back. 

The man pointed to Milo, then her. She nodded, just as Milo spotted her, wagging his tail frantically. Shaye started walking around the pond as Milo took off towards her, the man and his dog following.

Just as she rounded the pond, Milo ran and slammed his whole body into her, happily wiggling his whole body as she tried to calm him down. 

"Milo, you silly boy!" Shaye chuckled, kneeling and grabbing Milo's face in her hands as she accepted a few kisses to her cheek, "you know not to run off like that!"

But before she could clip his leash back into place, he turned back to the other dog and the two ran off once more. Shaye turned her attention to the man who was now standing in front of her. His long dirty-blonde hair was tucked into a black baseball cap and the long sleeve navy blue shirt he donned clung to every muscle in his arms. 

"Sorry! I tried looking for you but the dogs had other plans," he said with a hint of a Brooklyn accent before letting out a deep chuckle.

“I…yeah…I…sorry, what?” Shaye stammered, completely distracted by the cornflower-blue eyes that crinkled down at her.

The guy laughed again, rich and deep.

“I said the dogs seem to have other plans.”

"Oh– I mean yeah Milo is always looking for a buddy to hang out with," she replied in a soft voice, still taken by his eyes that were surrounded by beautiful long lashes and noticing how slowly her brain was catching up as she extended her hand out, "I'm Shaye."

The man's grin somehow grew even brighter as he gently shook her hand, her palm encompassed by the broad warmth. The dogs ran around them both, yelping and panting as the sounds of their collars jangling got louder with every movement. 

"I'm Steve," he murmured, strands of dark blonde hair falling from under the cap as he nodded at her. "And that is Rocky." 

Shaye turned to look at the large golden retriever, who trotted up proudly holding a paper plate like a frisbee. In the distance, a couple on a picnic with their dogs looked up disgruntled and Shaye had to hide her mouth behind her hands, blue eyes wide with laughter. Steve sighed before taking Rocky’s prize, petting the fluffy shiny fur as affection softened his voice. 

"It's a good thing you are so pretty," he murmured down at the wiggling creature and the husky tone of Steve's voice made Shaye's face heat up.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him, even as Milo was at her side, pawing at her and demanding her attention. She heard Steve say something to her, but the words didn't quite register until he was staring right at her.

"Shaye, right?"

"What?" She snapped back to reality. "Oh! Yeah, that's Shaye-- I mean, I'm his--"

She had to pull herself together. Fast. It had been a long time since she was this flustered over a guy, but he was... cute wasn't the right word. Hot? That didn't feel right either when she looked at his broad shoulders, muscles that rippled beneath his shirt, and his trim waist. How was it suddenly a million degrees at this dog park?

"I've never seen you here before," Steve chuckled, obviously choosing to ignore her little stumble. "Are you just visiting, or..."

I clearly picked the wrong places to hang out, she thought to herself. Shaye ran a hand through her hair and rubbed the back of her neck. 

"I'm kind of new to the city."

“Well if you ever wanted someone to show you around the city, I’d be happy to help. Plus I think our dogs would like to hang out again” Steve smiled at her. Shaye felt a fluttering of butterflies in her stomach when he smiled at her.

“Yeah, that would be—“ Shaye paused, gaze stuck on Steve’s sunshine smile. She really, really would like to see that smile again. 

“That would be?” 

“That would be lovely, to see you again,” and then with the most confidence she could muster in front of a — quite frankly, unfairly — attractive man, continued, “do you wanna get dinner? With me, I mean? Or… not? I just thought for keeping an eye on this menace, I could thank you with dinner…”

Yeah, she sucked at this.

A grin formed on his lips as he dipped his head slightly, catching her nervous gaze that had fallen to the dogs playing between them. Anything to ignore how handsome he was and the quickly growing feeling of rejection in her chest. 

“It would be an honor to have dinner with you.” 

Shaye’s eyes flickered up to him, his smile somehow growing even brighter as her brows knit together. “Really? Because I mean if you’re busy it’s totally okay you don’t have to go I could just say thank you and we both can walk away—“ the word vomit started before she could even stop it. 

“Shaye,” he chuckled, interrupting the spiraling thoughts her brain seemed to spew out loud, “would you like to have dinner with me?” 

She stared up at him for a moment, the corners of his mouth upturned again as she realized that he was doing the asking for her now to take away the anxiety growing through her like prickly vines. 

With a sigh of relief, she finally smiled up at him, “I’d love to.”

"I'm going to ride this wave of confidence and offer to cook you dinner," Steve gave her a smirk, "I promise I live in a safe part of the city and I won't lock the door behind us in case you and Milo want to make a run for it."

Shaye's face flushed and as much as she wanted to blame the warm breeze and sun, the fuzzy, flirty feeling that coursed through her was entirely how Steve watched her every move with curious blue eyes as she decided. "I don't think I've ever had someone cook for me on a..." she trailed off. 

"A date," he laughed, he stepped forward and tilted his head to catch her eye line before confessing, "I have to admit it's been a while since I picked up a beautiful woman on a date. Rocky is cute but he's a terrible wingman, stealing Frisbees and all."

A laugh escaped her lips as she tried to come up with a response but this man managed to draw her mind blank. 

''Well, I gotta thank Milo for running off, I'm getting a free dinner out of it,'' Shaye said before realizing how shitty that might sound, she covered her mouth with her hands. 

''Don't worry. You're not the only one awkward at this, I will make sure Milo gets an extra treat from me, for letting me meet his owner.'' Steve put a hand on the back of his neck, a low chuckle leaving his lips.

She bit the corner of her lip trying to pull back the smile that grew on her face. 

"Well then, playdates with his new buddy and treats? I'm gonna have to step my game up after this date or I'll lose my spot as his favorite person." She teased. The butterflies flit about her stomach as she watched him pull his bottom lip between his teeth with flushed cheeks. 

"Nah, I think Milo just figured he'd try a hand at sharing his favorite girl's attention and I wouldn't wanna lose that honor. So I'll do what I can to stay in his good graces." he smiled.

Shaye’s answering smile was broad, and she glanced down as Milo nudged her. 

“Although he seems to have reached his limit on sharing,” Steve chuckled as Shaye bent down to pet Milo. She grinned, ruffling his hair before turning back to Steve. 

“Guess you’re gonna have to do some work to get him sharing again,” Shaye teased and Steve smiled at her. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve yet,” he winked and she felt her cheeks heat again.

With a soft giggle, she turned her gaze down to Milo, scratching her fingers into the top of his head as he sat, panting heavily at her side. When she had come to the dog park that morning, finding a handsome charming man was not on her to-do list, but she certainly wasn't mad about it. Especially because the cute man had a very cute dog that Milo seemed to be fast friends with. 

"I'm sure you do," Shaye teased again, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip and smirking up at him.

She was blessed by the sight of his bearded cheeks turning pink as he grinned shyly at her, it made her heart go a little fast knowing that she had an effect on him too with how flustered she'd gotten.

Milo was nudging her leg with his nose, whining and wanting her undivided attention, making Shaye bend down a little to hook his leash and a pat on the head before standing fully again and smiling back at Steve who seemed to follow her every move.

"I'm not sure what you have planned between now and dinner," she said shyly, running the leash between her fingers as she looked up at Steve. "But Milo and I would love some company..." 

She let the unspoken question hang in the air, nerves tingling across her body. Steve looked down and met her gaze, the afternoon sun catching the strands of red and gold that threaded throughout his beard. Her fingers itched to feel the wiry hair, wondering if it was as soft as it looked. 

"My best friend might be a little annoyed if I don't meet him for a beer, but he kind of always is so..." he chuckled, beaming at Shaye. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

She could feel the electricity between them. The sunshine kissed her skin and a cool breeze picked up behind them, almost ushering them out of the park and toward the unknown. The biggest difference between the past and this moment is that Shaye wasn’t afraid of what was ahead- Steve was sweet. And actively trying to spend time with her. And she wanted to soak in that feeling for as long as she could. 

She took a step forward then paused. “Oh,” a small laugh sounded from her chest as she bit her bottom lip. Steve looked at her with curiosity. “I don’t know many spots around here,” she said cautiously.

"There's a little bakery near here," Steve replied. "I don't know how you feel about cupcakes, but they make the best in the city."

"Doesn't every bakery say that?" Shaye teased.

Steve chuckled.

"Well, I've tried almost all of them, and I can confidently say that Wanda's is the best of the best. They do little Italian sodas, too." He smiled at her. 

"You eat dessert before dinner?" Shaye laughed as they walked through crowds of people.

Steve shrugged and tossed her a wink that almost made her knees buckle. Milo seemed to sense her nervousness and glanced back at her, panting. She smiled at him. He was so good at sensing how she was feeling. 

"Yep. Sometimes I have ice cream for breakfast. I've gotten a little more relaxed since I retired."

Retired? This guy had to be like 35. Max. Maybe he was a stockbroker, but he didn't seem to have that energy. Just before she could ask him about it, Steve pointed up ahead to a beautiful brick and mortar store with fogged up windows. There was a bright red awning with Wanda's Cupcakes and Confections in beautiful cursive. She spotted matching tables and chairs outside while people were sipping on coffee and sodas, and enjoying their treats. How had she never seen this place before?

The shop looked like it was very popular and had a very welcoming vibe to it. Steve pushed open the door and a friendly-looking woman with reddish brown hair standing behind the counter greeted them with a huge smile. 

“Steve I didn’t expect to see you today I thought you would be busy with Barnes but I am happy to see you. Oh, and you brought Rocky!” the lady behind the counter squealed as she rounded around the corner and dropped down to the floor to give the golden retriever a chest rub the dog responded by giving her a load of kisses all over her face.

“Barnes?” Shaye mouthed as Rocky soaked up the attention. 

“The best friend I mentioned,” Steve clarified, “anyway, this is Wanda, baker extraordinaire. Wanda, this is my new friend Shaye and her dog, Milo.” 

Wanda offered a soft smile and held her hand out for Milo to sniff curiously.

“It’s lovely to meet you both.” 

“Wanda has this thing where she likes to predict what flavor cupcake newcomers will like just by looking at them,” Steve said excitedly, “she got me in one.” 

"It's more like a sixth sense." Wanda grinned as Milo nudged her hand asking for more pets, "however Steve here will eat anything sweet you put in front of him so he wasn't too hard to figure out." 

Steve laughed, "Wanda definitely has a habit of being my sweets dealer." 

"Well, I'm sure anything you give me will be great, but I am open to your suggestion." 

Wanda smiled wide, clapping as she stepped in front of her. "Alright, alright, alright, let's see," she hummed, eyes narrowing to examine Shaye. After a brief moment and a shared look between Steve and Shaye, Wanda snapped her fingers, "Buttercake with Fresh Whipped cream and topped with strawberries."

"I don't know if I should be offended or flattered that you guessed that without breaking a sweat," Shaye watched as Wanda gathered up a cupcake and boxed it up in the cutest tiny pink box for her. She took it and peered through the small peekaboo window at the pastry with a smile on her face. "How much?" she asked. 

Wanda smiled, wiping her hands on her apron, "on the house, any friend of Steve's is a friend of mine." 

Shaye looked up at him, standing next to her, and caught him staring down at her, "try it," he encouraged, "best cupcake you'll ever eat. I swear she makes them with magic." 

Shaye lifted the lid of the box, grabbed the deliciously looking treat, peeled back the red paper lining, and bit into it. The rush of sugar hit her tongue and she let out a low moan in satisfaction. He wasn't lying when he said that they were delicious. 

He chuckled.

"You have something.." he started pointing to the tip of his nose.

Great, now I have whipped cream on my face.

"Here let me help you." Instead of using a napkin, his finger reached to her nose and cleaned it off.

She felt the heat creep up her neck and her cheeks flush at his action. Her eyes locked on his as he pulled his hand back and she suddenly felt as if time was standing still and it was just them in the bakery, exchanging soft smiles as their eyes spoke for them. 

The click of nails on the laminate flooring broke them both out of their trance as their pets huffed expectantly for sweet treats of their own.

With light chuckles, the two of them turned to their pets, shaking their heads. Shaye reached over and scratched the two dogs one after the other, "so spoilt," she joked. 

Turning her blue eyes back to meet Steve's, she watched as he ran his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, a soft blush creeping up his neck. She'd known this man for less than an hour and already she could tell he was going to be trouble. Kind, funny, loved dogs, everything she'd been looking for in a man. Now it was time to wait for the shoe to drop. 

"So, Shaye, besides being a great dog mom, what do you like to do for fun?" Steve questioned, picking up some frosting from his cupcake on his finger and sticking it between his lips.

“Well, I love to read. I can’t go into a bookstore without buying at least one book. It’s a bit of a problem… I’m running out of space on my bookshelves” she replied as she felt a slight blush rush to her checks.

“Books are good,” Steve chuckled, his cheeks flushing as he fumbled for his next words. “I like books— sorry, I’m a little out of practice when it comes to this.” 

Shaye hummed around a bite of cupcake, an understanding smile on her lips.

“Oh, me too. Don’t worry!” 

“Good— well not good. A girl like you should have ‘em lining up.”

Shaye let out a loud laugh.

“Well, you’re first in line that’s alright with me,” she paused, studying Steve as he sucked another dollop of frosting off his finger. “Okay, I have a question for you. You said you were retired? What did you do?”

The blush returned to his cheeks as he glanced down at the half gone a dollop of frosting. "I uh--," he paused before chuckling softly, "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me." He said glancing down at her, "I used to be Captain America." 

Shaye's eyes went wide with the confession. Of course, she knew who Captain America was, but she didn't even put two and two together until now. With his herculean frame and broad shoulders, her mind wandered to how his uniform fit him. 

"I mean.. the beard and the hair is a pretty good disguise." She laughed softly, "I'm sorry I hadn't put two and two together." 

Steve shook his head, "No it's okay," he chuckled, "it's actually refreshing to know you hadn't recognized me."

"I haven't been in the city long and long before that I..." she swallowed tightly, "the snap affected everyone." She looked at him, hiding the fact that she was still juggling the complex emotions of missing so much time. "When I came back my entire life had changed, I was pretty confused, lost..." she explained, her hand reaching down to pet Milo as he huddled in closer for affection. "I ended up at the pound and found Milo. His owners had been snapped and never came for him."

"He needed you as much as you needed him," Steve nodded, looking down at the dog. "Putting your faith in the unknown is difficult, but if you let it the universe can lead you down the path you're meant to be on." 

"Handsome and smart," she hummed, looking away from him so he couldn't see the water that had pooled in her eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart. No big feelings tonight. Give me that beautiful smile." he said, reaching for the stray strand of hair in her face and pushing it behind her ear. That action made her shudder, a wave of goosebumps rolled over her skin along with a splash of warmth pooling low in her stomach. That little, innocent touch aroused her. 

What would her body's reaction be when he touched her? 

His fingers grazed her jawline tenderly until they reached her chin. The soft grasp elicited her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. When their eyes locked, Shaye blinked away the tears in hers offering him a small smile as she lifted her hand up to his forearm. A silent thank you for his compassion and understanding. Especially after having stayed back during the blip and working endlessly to help bring them back. She can't even begin to imagine how hard it must have been for them as well. Putting their fate in the unknown as he put it, one day after the next until they succeeded. 

She gave his arm a small squeeze and he smiled affectionately back, tapping his thumb against her chin. 

"What do you say we get a little more fresh air before dinner?" he asked.

“I think that sounds perfect,” she murmured, standing when he did and holding tight to the leash. Steve held the door for her, Shaye’s heart thumping erratically in her chest. They walked down the street, fingers brushing every other step until Steve reached out and grasped her hand in his, warm and big, dwarfing hers.

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the swipe of his thumb across the back of her hand. She felt the nerves in her body ignite, a soft smile creeping onto her lips. It was a beautiful New York day, not too chilly for this late in the afternoon as the golden hour sun caught Steve's eyes just right. 

Steve smiled down at her and scrunched his eyebrows together, keeping a small smirk plastered on his lips, "What?" 

"Nothing," Shaye breathed a laugh and shook her head, looking back out into the street as they walked, "I just uh, I gotta say this was not what I was expecting when I took Milo for a walk today." 

"You know, I was thinking the same thing," he laughed with her, squeezing her hand and nudging his shoulder into hers, "I think Rocky is happy that he found a new friend," he winked down at her.

“Rocky’s not the only one,” she muttered under her breath, missing Steve’s soft smirk as his super soldier hearing caught her words as if she’d whispered them straight into his ear.

He squeezed her hand once and then pulled her closer to him. They walked along the street as if they’d done it a thousand times before, their pets trotting along merrily together.

The butterflies in Shaye’s stomach finally calmed, but she knew they’d taken up residency there for the evening. An unexpected whirlwind romance with a handsome Super Soldier? She chuckled to herself at her luck and tugged Steve’s hand closer to hers as they walked.

“Hey,” Steve said gently, looking down at her. She beamed up at his baby blue eyes as the dogs stopped to sniff around some bushes on the sidewalk. “I know a spot where we can watch the sunset. Any interest?” 

Her stomach churned- the butterflies violently fluttered about. “Of course,” she said, her cheeks growing warm. She could feel her pulse quicken as he continued staring down at her. A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and she practically drooled as she imagined the whiskers of his beard scratching against her skin. “That sounds lovely.”

Steve led her toward a small dock that overlooked the water. People were milling around, sipping coffees, and eating cupcakes that she now recognized were from Wanda's shop. He smiled down at her.

"This is my favorite place to go after a run," he said softly. "I like to watch the sunrise."

"How early do you get up?" Shaye asked as they approached a small bench and sat down.

"Around 4:30 or 5:00. Depending on if it's a Saturday or not."

"You sleep in until 5:00 on Saturdays?" She giggled. 

"I'm an old man! I like to be up to catch the morning paper. Literally." He stared at her with a deadpanned expression and she quirked a brow before he collapsed into giggles. "I'm kidding. I read the news on my phone like everyone else."

Shaye laughed, her nose scrunching up. Steve smiled at her.

"That sunset's almost as pretty as your smile," he said softly. She looked down and noticed that their fingers were still linked.

Shaye’s heart felt like it was going to burst. The compliment was so sincere when she knows for a fact that coming from any other guy it would sound like a line — one she’d probably roll her eyes at. 

“You really are one of a kind,” she whispered and Steve chuckled, the sound rich and rumbly. 

Steve’s attention fell to the sunset, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over the back of Shaye’s hand, and she took the quiet moment to observe him. The strong line of his nose sharpened by the shadows, tanned skin, and grey strands in his beard was highlighted by the glow of the sunset.

“You know, golden hour’s a good look on you too,” she said, squeezing his hand

The blush returned to his cheeks as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. The butterflies in her chest swarmed around her heart as he smiled down at her. 

"Steve Rogers, are you blushing?" She said trying to ease the tension building between them. 

He laughed again, "what can I say? It's hard not to in front of you."

"I'm learning today that I'm very easily flattered by strangers," Shaye clicked her tongue and scrunched her nose up at him. 

She watched as his face lit up and a wide smile that reached his attentive stare spread, "I'm really glad Milo likes tennis balls all of a sudden," he laughed. "Remind me to pay him back later." 

"I don't think he's going to let you forget," She laughed as the dogs rolled around each other and tangled their leashes until neither of them could get anywhere. "What a mess you've made," she stood to untangle them but Milo's leash was twisted around her leg and as he pulled to free himself he knocked her off balance. She yelped as she fell back, her knees buckling from the instability and fell into Steve's lap. 

"Hi," he laughed, his hands cautiously placed around her arm and on her knee. "You okay?" He asked, and she nodded. "If I didn't know any better I'd say those two planned that," he nodded to the dogs who had untangled themselves and were chasing each other's tails.

Instead of jumping up, she let herself linger in his lap for a few seconds. His muscular thighs make for a comfortable seat, she noted. His strong arm came around her waist, holding her.

A cold breeze hit her face making her feel bold enough to bury her face into the crook of his neck, his scent enveloping her senses and completely clouding her mind where the only thought was him.

“Are you cold swee- Shaye?” Steve asked quietly his beard scratching her forehead as he, rubbed his big hand up and down her arm, warming her from the slight chill. 

“A little,” she admitted, climbing off his lap and wrapping her arms around herself. Steve stood too, holding his arm out to the side in invitation. Shaye blushed faintly but pressed into his side, heat radiating from his body. 

“Let’s head to my place, and get you warmed up while I try to impress you with my cooking skills,” Steve grinned down at her before they started walking, slowly so he could keep his arm around her.

The dogs followed happily as they made their way down the busy New York street. Steve's apartment wasn't too far away from where they were, but being out in the open fresh air, huddled together wasn't something Shaye was about to complain about. It made her happy seeing Milo trotting beside Rocky without a car in the world, and as if she'd transported into 101 Dalmations, she'd have to thank her dog with extra treats later for this introduction. 

They took a small detour down a side street so that Steve could show her his favorite little coffee shop. It doubled as a bookstore and Shaye felt her eyes light up as a grin crept onto her lips. 

"I'll have to take you there next time," He spoke quietly, keeping his eyes on her. 

Shaye pulled her lip between her teeth and looked up to meet his eyes, with a cocked eyebrow, "next time?"

“I mean- well- if you-“ He paused, panic creeping into his voice. Shaye could practically see beads of sweat forming on his brow. 

She wanted to soothe him, reassure him- grab him and scream, "Of course!" But she also desperately wanted him to finish his thought.  “If you think there will be a next time?” He grinned hopefully at her, his blue eyes filled with anticipation and worry. 

“Depends on how good your cooking skills are,” she sang. The worry fell from Steve’s face as he laughed, straight from the depths of his belly. 

His grin was genuine but she could see the sparkle in his eyes. It made her knees weak. 

“You’re trouble,” he sang back, his voice dropping an octave. He tugged on her hand, the warmest smile pulling at her lips. “C’mon, my place is around the corner.”

She giggled as she walked with him. Normally, walking alone in parts of the city made her nervous, but with Steve, she felt completely safe. He was looking around with an almost wistful expression on his face like he was remembering something. Shaye glanced up at him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said softly. "Just thinking about how much has changed."

"In a good way, or a bad way?"

Steve's dark ocean blue eyes caught hers as he glanced down.

"Both."

Shaye wondered just how much he had seen. She'd heard everything there was to hear about Captain America-- mostly the heroics, but not about the things he might have lost. It never really occurred to her, and she didn't really want to ask. His expression said more than either of them probably could.

"This is me," he said, gesturing to a large, well-kept brick building. Steve dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the front door, gesturing for her to enter.

"Ladies first."

"Such a gentleman," she giggled.

"Gotta give you a reason to come back. It all starts with manners."

“Rare in this day and age,” Shaye sighed as she ducked inside. 

“Probably showing my age.” 

“Or y’know, common decency.” 

Steve laughed as he followed in behind her, the dogs tangling again through the narrow hall to his apartment. 

“I’m gonna warn you now, it’s not much. Don’t go expecting fancy Stark tech or anythin’. I’m a simple guy and I like to think my home reflects that.” 

“Good. Because I came here for dinner with Steve Rogers and not Captain America. Or former Captain America, I guess.” 

Rocky and Milo bark, impatient to be let off their leashes as Steve opens the internal door and they pull, racing into the apartment.

When he circled back around she unclicked Milo from his leash and let Steve take it, her fingers brushing against the palm of his hand. "I doodle," he laughed. 

Shaye didn't ask as she kicked off her boots at the door and carefully padded through the space to the table, "these are hardly doodles." Her fingers pushed the pieces of beige paper around, taking in each drawing. She knew the faces that he messily marked out in soft charcoal lines, Tony Stark, a wide smile on his face. Black Widow, her hair long braid blowing in the wind. "They're painfully sad," she hummed to herself as her eyes traced over one of the Wakandan King looking pensive. 

"Unfortunately, nightmares don't understand what retirement means," he sighed looking at the table from the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked up at her, "I butcher my memories of them with those drawings but at least I don't forget their faces." 

"You should frame them," she nodded, ignoring his self-doubt with words of encouragement, "they're incredible."

A small, unsure laugh slipped from his lips as he walked the short distance to her. He stopped behind her wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he dipped down to rest his chin gently on her head. Shaye let out a soft sigh leaning back against him as if she'd been doing it for years already. 

"Thank you, but I think you're looking at those with the eyes of your heart," he whispered. 

"It's hard not to when you clearly draw what the eyes of yours saw and loved for years." she said, picking her fingers up from the papers and turning slightly in his arms, "But I mean it, you should to keep your memories safe." 

She reached her hand up to move a hair falling across his forehead now that he'd removed his cap. 

"I'd love to hear stories about them, you know one of those next times."

A soft but slightly pained smile spread across Steve’s face. “I’d love to tell some,” he said quietly, voice low with emotion. Shaye completely turned in his arms and cupped Steve’s face, stroking his bearded jaw until he looked at her. 

“No big emotions remember? Let’s save those for next time too,” she murmured and Steve huffed a small laugh, nodding as his eyes cleared. 

“Alright Shaye,” he said, backing them up out of the room and into the kitchen. “Prepare to be dazzled.”

Shaye leaned against the counter, out of his way as she watched Steve move around the kitchen with ease. Pulling noodles out of the pantry and placing them on the counter. It was as if he was dancing around the kitchen, floating with each ingredient as he started prepping. 

"I hope pasta's okay with you, it's uh, kind of my special dish," Steve laughed nervously, as he dumped a small pack of ground beef into a bowl, "My mom used to make this when I was kid, and I got her to teach me one day. It was rare back then for kids to cook, but I loved it. I still remember her recipe..."

Biting the inside of her cheek, Shaye grinned at the tall man in front of her, "it sounds perfect Steve, I can't wait to try it."

Steve moved with incredible grace for such a large man. Shaye couldn’t take her eyes off him, wondering when she would wake up from this incredible dream where Steve Rogers was cooking her pasta. The clickclickclick of Steve turning on the gas range brought her back down to Earth. 

She watched the flame spread across the bottom of the pan as he seasoned, stirred, and sautéed. 

“You really know your way around the kitchen,” she observed with a giggle. “It’s impressive.”

Steve scoffed as he rummaged through cabinets, pulling out two wine glasses. “Yeah, right! You like red?” He gestured a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon towards her and she nodded.

“Bucky- my best friend, that I was telling you about earlier- tried to drag me to a cooking class once. But I was too nervous to go.”

Shaye watched him twist a corkscrew in the bottle- and effortlessly pull the cork out with a small pop. Jesus. It looked like it required zero effort, yet she could see the outline of his biceps through the taut fabric of his dark blue long sleeve. 

She gulped as her gaze drifted towards his broad shoulders and his now outstretched arm. Her knees almost buckled as she took the glass of wine from him. 

“To new friends,” he said with a smirk. He looked down at her through his thick lashes, and she caught his tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip.“And to hoping there’s a next time.”

Oh, there's definitely going to be a next time. She could already feel it. This man was charming, sensitive, loved his dog, and he knew how to cook. Shaye stared at him as he started to prep dinner, making the sauce from scratch. He chopped onions and garlic and sautéed them on a pan. Soon, the kitchen smelled incredible and she had to resist the urge to drag her chair closer to the stove. Her stomach growled a little.

"Do you need help?" Shaye asked.

"Nope," Steve replied as he flipped the knife expertly in his hand before dicing up some tomatoes. He glanced over his shoulder and she could have melted into the goddamn chair. "All good here."

"When's the last time you cooked for someone?" She asked.

"Well, I cook for Buck a lot. That guy almost lives on takeout," Steve chuckled. "But other than that, it's mostly just me. Rocky gets a few bites here and there."

"You like to cook." It was an observation. He looked so comfortable like he was finding a part of himself that was lost. 

Steve stopped and turned around, grabbing his wine glass. He took a sip.

"Before my mom died, I used to help her in the kitchen. She said a man should be able to cook for a woman, not just to impress her, but to take care of her." There were tears in his eyes and Shaye felt a lump in her own throat. "So, she had me chopping onions at the table with her. Said it kept me out of trouble."

"Did it?" Shaye asked.

Steve grinned, blush creeping into his cheeks.

"Not really."

"What sort of trouble did you get into?" She asked, watching him slide the knife across the board moving so smoothly that it was as if it was a part of him. 

He hummed, a sly grin spreading across his lips at whatever he was remembering. "I used to get into fights, a lot." Steve started as he cleared the cutting board into the pan stirring as he shook his head. 

"Fights?" She asked with a laugh. 

Steve turned towards her, lowering the heat on the stove as leaned against the counter, "I was picked on a lot for my size when Buck and I were kids. My mouth didn't help either," he grinned, "Bucky pulled me out of fights more often than not, but I remember this one I had mouthed off too much to this man who ran the local pub." His large arms crossed his chest, the long blue sleeves of his shirt pulling against the muscles in his biceps and forearms, "He never let me in alone, even though I was old enough. So Bucky and I stole one of his cases of beer one night." 

Shaye gasped, covering her mouth trying to hide the bright smile on her face, "Steven," she grinned. 

He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, looking guilty as can be until he smiled up at her, "Bucky and I drank that whole case on the pier that night." A wistful look passed over his features, "It was one of the last times that we were together before the war." 

She bit her lip, watching the look come and go. 

"Anyway," he breathed, "My ma somehow found out and both Bucky and I ended up in the kitchen for a week." Steve smiled, "If you're busy in my kitchen Steven Grant, then you can't be out galivanting around New York like a delinquent" He laughed repeating words his mother had said to him.

“Your mother sounded like a smart woman,” Shaye smiled.

“She was a force,” Steve’s brows knitted together as he stirred the pot slowly. She watched as he quietly focused on the pot, after a while he stood back, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, “do you want a taste?” 

She stood from the chair with an exaggerated excitement and moved to stand close to him as he held out a spoon full of sauce to her. Her nose scrunched up from the heat, “it's hot, don’t burn yourself,” he whispered, his hand cradling the spoon as he pursed his lips and blew on it to cool it down a touch. 

Shaye nearly moaned when it touched her tongue, the delicate mixes of spices and fragrant vegetables he had mixed in created a sauce better than she had ever tasted. “That’s incredible,” she licked the excess off her bottom lip and looked up at him, his blue eyes raking over her as he focused on her lips. 

She smiled shyly and he looked back up at Shaye. “I’m glad you think so, it was my ma’s recipe. She passed a few down, and her sauces were always amazing, she always knew the right mix of spices to flavor up any old meal.”

Shaye gazed up at him. There was still sadness in his eyes. She wanted to reach up and cup his face in her hands. Maybe even kiss him. But instead, she settled for a gentle squeeze of his muscular forearm.

"She would be so proud of you."

His eyes became glossy, glistening with tears and he cleared his throat. She had a feeling he didn't cry much, maybe it was part of the whole Avengers "save the world" exterior that he put on. Or maybe it was an indication of the decade he was raised in when men had to be stoic and tough. She could tell there was something beneath that, rippling like an ocean. 

"That's awful nice of you."

Shaye got a little bolder, gliding her hand up his arm. She could feel warmth spreading through her cheeks, and Steve's dusted pink in return.

"It's easy when it's the truth, Steve."

He smiled and quickly flicked a tear away.

"Thanks for calling me that."

"What?"

"My name. Lots of people still just call me Cap."

Shaye nodded. She didn't care about his title, about the heroics. All she wanted to do was get to know the man underneath all of that. And so far, she liked what she saw.

"Well, tonight, you're just Steve. And I'm just Shaye. And we just met at the dog park."

He chuckled.

"I don't usually cry in front of company."

She shrugged.

"It's no big deal. I don't think so, anyway."

His dark blue eyes searched her face. Blue, with small flecks of green in them.

"You really are somethin', sweetheart."

Shaye smiled up at him feeling her own bought of blush creep up the back of her neck the longer he watched her with those eyes. 

He reached up brushing back the few strands of hair that had fallen out of place, pushing them back behind her ear before his hand rested just below her jawline. His thumb ran along her jaw. She could feel her heartbeat in her throat and no doubt by the way the corners of his mouth upturned gently she knew he could hear it. 

"I usually wait until after dinner to ask this," he started, his voice dropping an octave, "but would it be okay if I kissed you now?" 

Her eyes glistened up at him, the warmth in her chest returning as she bit her lip but before she could answer, he shook his head. 

"I'm sorry, that's too forward," he said and she felt his hand begin to pull away from her. Shaye rested hers against it as her other hand gripped the underside of his bicep, holding him to her. This is probably too forward, she thought as she shook her head back. 

"It's not," Shaye whispered, before moving to the tips of her toes and pressing her lips to his.

“There's no way that actually works!" She tilted her head back and laughed as he carefully fished a spaghetti noodle from the pot. 

Steve grinned, his eyes glimmering up at her against the low light of his kitchen. "My ma taught me this trick," he cooed, "she wouldn't steer me wrong." 

He suddenly stood, tossing the noodle at one of the cabinets. Shaye gasped as it stayed glued to the wood. Steve beamed proudly as he held out his hand pointing to it. 

"See, told you."

"Sorcery," she licked her bottom lip and stared at him in awe. 

"You ready to taste heaven?" He asked, piling the spaghetti onto a plate in a need little pile. He placed it on the counter between them and handed her a fork. 

"Not sure I'm worthy for that," she teased, and twirled the noodles around her fork but before she could lift it to her lip, he wrapped his mouth around it and stole her bite with a cheeky grin on his face. 

"It's really good," he laughed with a mouth full, the sauce pooling at the corner of his mouth practically begging her to clean it. 

"Tease," she shook her head before she pushed up onto her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth, stealing the leftover sauce and bringing it into her mouth. "You're a messy eater too." She whispered before leveling herself out, he rewarded her with the flush of his cheek and a fork full of food waiting for her to try.

Shaye leaned towards him, wrapping her lips gently around the bite of spaghetti, eyes drifting shut as she hummed, smile pulling at the corners of her lips. 

“You’re right, it is good,” she grinned as she opened her eyes to see Steve’s locked on her, dark and full of desire. 

“Takes a tease to know one I guess,” he rumbled and she flushed but spun another bit of noodles onto her fork.

Shaye raised an eyebrow as she grinned.

"What was that?" She leaned forward, setting her fork down.

He shook his head, the flush deepening the longer she kept her gaze fixed on him. 

"It would be ungentlemanly of me to repeat it."

Shaye picked her fork back up and took another bite, chewing in quiet contemplation as Steve mostly avoided eye contact out of sheer humiliation... or something else. No, it was definitely something else.

"Maybe I could tease it out of you," she whispered with a smirk.

Steve raised a brow, his eyes finally landing on her own as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. "You could try." He grinned, taking a bite of his food. 

"And if I win?" She asked, pushing noodles across her plate as she punctured a piece of meat and brought it to her lips. Slowing pulling the fork from in between her lips as she watched him watch her. 

Steve cleared his throat as she finished pulling the fork from her mouth, tapping the prongs gently against her bottom lip. Her heart racing as she leaned against the counter to keep herself steady. 

"Hmm," he hummed, "that prize I think I definitely cannot say out loud."

Steve raised a brow, his eyes finally landing on her own as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. "You could try." He grinned, taking a bite of his food. 

"And if I win?" She asked, pushing noodles across her plate as she punctured a piece of meat and brought it to her lips. Slowing pulling the fork from in between her lips as she watched him watch her. 

Steve cleared his throat as she finished pulling the fork from her mouth, tapping the prongs gently against her bottom lip. Her heart racing as she leaned against the counter to keep herself steady. 

"Hmm," he hummed, "that prize I think I definitely cannot say out loud."

Shaye swallowed hard, Steve’s body so close to hers she could feel the heat coming off him. She tilted her head up towards him, lips grazing the edge of his bearded jaw. 

“I want you,” she breathed, and Steve shuddered beneath her, her hands resting lightly on his chest. “But I’m nervous,” she admitted and looked down. 

Steve nudged her chin up until she was looking back into his eyes. “Like I said sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Her eyes slid shut, her heart beating like a hummingbird's wings as Steve dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers. She felt a jolt of electricity rush all the way down to her toes. The kiss was more intense this time around, both of them knowing exactly what they wanted from each other. Her fingers curled, nails raking down the front of his chest as their mouths moved together, the kiss deepening. He moaned into her mouth and she whimpered in reply.

Shaye parted her lips and his tongue pushed against hers. His hand slid around her waist, fingers splaying out across her lower back as he pushed her against the counter. She whimpered, tasting wine on his tongue. A deep growl emanated from the depths of his throat as he broke the kiss, lips trailing down her throat as her breath hitched in her chest.

"I don't do this often," he breathed.

"You could have fooled me," she laughed.

He giggled and pulled back, his eyes sparkling. Shaye's arms wrapped around the back of his neck, not wanting to let him go.

"No, I mean, uh, what we're... about to do."

She grinned.

"Well, if you've got me, I've got you. Yeah?"

Steve contemplated for a moment before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen and down the hall toward his bedroom.

"Got it."

Shaye squealed before falling into a fit of giggles as her arms wrapped around his neck. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she held on to him. 

Steve toed open the door to his bedroom as he carried her over to his bed, setting her down on the mattress. She rolled onto her back, smiling up at him as the sound of nails clicked down the hallway. Both dogs followed them, curious as to what was going on. 

"Oh no, this isn't for either of you." He shooed them out of the bedroom before shutting the door, grinning as he turned back to her. Blue eyes darkening as she propped herself up. "You, however, " he breathed, "are very much for me."

Steve gripped her softly, pulling her to the edge of the bed and all Shaye could do was watch in awe as his fingers worked over the button of her jeans. He paused looking up at her, waiting for permission and only continued when she softly nodded. He helped her from her jeans, chucking them to the floor as he knelt down between her thighs. He wrapped his fingers around her ankle, drinking in her every reaction as he worked soft kisses up the inside of her leg. 

He stopped, kissing her inner thigh twice and brushing his beard against her before peering up at her, "we'll go slow," he nuzzled in again, kissing higher up on her thigh and sending a warmth she hadn't felt in a very long time coursing through her. "One kiss at a time," he laughed as she wiggled beneath him, the hair on his face tickling her gently.

Steve leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cloth-covered hip before glancing up at her, his fingertips trailing along the waistband. He pressed more kisses to her skin as he slowly revealed it, pulling her underwear down and baring her to his gaze. 

Steve tossed her panties to the floor with her jeans as Shaye stripped off her shirt. He pressed short but lingering kisses up her legs, inching his way between her thighs until the backs of them were braced on his shoulders. 

He tilted his head down, breathing warmly over her bare pussy, already wet. Steve inhaled deeply and pressed a kiss to the tops of her folds, sliding his tongue out and down to swirl around her clit before he kissed it and pulled back. 

Shaye stared at him, chest heaving, and he grinned. “More?”

“More,” she agreed, running. her fingers through his hair and tugging as he brought his mouth back between her legs.

For a man who said he didn't do this often, he was doing a fucking incredible job. His tongue swirled around her clit, teasing strokes that worked her up until she was a quivering mess in his mouth. Shaye's hips rolled toward his mouth like waves threatening to engulf him. Steve took it all in stride, alternating between long, slow licks and desperate flicks of his tongue while his large hands pinned her to the bed. It was clear who was really in control, but he was so goddamn soft and sweet about it that she didn't mind the role reversal. 

Shaye moaned, looking up just in time to watch Steve's hips grinding into the mattress. Her cunt ached and she tugged gently on his hair.

"Steve?" He looked up, mouth dropped open and eyes fixed on her. She saw a flicker of worry, but it was quickly abated when she smiled. "Use your fingers?"

He grinned.

"Anything for you, angel."

She gasped as he slowly slid two thick fingers into her dripping cunt, biting down on his lip as her back arched. 

"Tell me if it's too much," he breathed, and she moaned in lieu of words. "But I never want you to stop making those pretty sounds for me."

She felt his fingers crook ever so slightly, hitting that spot within her that made her toes curl and the tips of her fingers tingle. No man had ever been so in tune with the way her body moved. Steve acted like he was a map he had engrained into his mind from the start. 

"Sing for me," he whispered against her skin, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, nipping and licking the soft bits of her legs. Steve crooked his fingers again forcing her to oblige as moan after moan and whimper fell from her lips. Her chest heaved as he continued to work her and the fire in her belly slowly grew with every movement he made.

“Steve?” His name dripped from her lips and his eyes fluttered to them, “kiss me,” she begged tugging in his hair, pleading him to do so. 

He obliged, colliding with her mouth as his hand worked patiently between her legs. His tongue slid between her lips and captured every moan and whine that tore from her as the pressure grew in her stomach.

Steve worked his fingers faster, curling against her spot and rubbing until Shaye was gasping into the kiss. 

“Oh, oh fuck, Steve!” she cried, orgasm crashing over her, waves of it tickling her veins as Steve gently pulled his fingers free. 

Shaye let Steve go when he pressed up onto his hands above her. She licked her swollen lips and glanced down at his jeans. She reached for the button, Steve nodding at her and she undid it, pulling the zipper down. She pushed his pants down over his ass, underwear following and revealing his hard, thick cock.

Her mouth dropped open at the sight of it and a bashful smile spread across his face, his cheeks dusted pink. She giggled, wrapping her hand around it and giving it a few long, slow strokes just to watch his eyes slide shut and his mouth drop open. He moaned. 

"Now you're shy?" she asked. 

Steve's eyes popped open.

"Not shy," he purred. "Just thinking about all the ways I can make you scream my name. It sounds so good comin' out of your mouth."

Before she could even speak, their lips crashed again and Shaye was swept up in a current of pleasure as she desperately tried to shove his jeans down his hips. But when her legs wound around his waist, Steve broke the kiss and shook his head.

"Oh, no. There's no way in hell I'm rushing this."

She whined as he pushed himself off of her, tearing off his shirt and shedding his jeans and underwear. A squeak escaped her lips when she saw just how chiseled he was. Everywhere. A trim waist, muscles on top of fucking muscles, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. And those fucking hipbones. Shaye didn't know what she wanted to run her tongue over first. Steve's eyes raked up and down her body.

"You're on birth control?" She nodded, still trying to process the sight of him as he grinned. "Good."

Shaye reached for him.

"Steve," she begged.

He slowly took a step toward her, his eyes glinting.

"Say please."

Shaye pulled herself up onto her knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed as he took another step towards her. As soon as he was close enough she reached out, her fingertips brushing over the ridges of his abs before her nails dug into the skin. 

Steve hissed, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as she looked up at him through thick lashes. The dark blue of his eyes now a thin line around the blackness of his blown-out pupils. 

"Please," Shaye whispered, leaning forward and ghosting her lips over his chest, "pretty please." 

He wrapped his hand around the base of her throat, not squeezing but holding her there as they stared back at each other, her lips still roaming his body while his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

“Good girl,” Steve whispered, using his grip on her neck to push her back just enough for him to lean down and capture her lips. 

Her nails dug into his sides as he bit her lip, sucking it into his mouth and worrying it before letting go. He pushed her backward, his knee on the bed so his arm could wrap around her, leading her in a controlled fall back onto the bed. 

Steve rested on his forearms above her, Shaye ghosting her fingertips along his abs, tracing the deep v that led to his cock. She gripped it, stroking it quickly and making Steve’s hips stutter forwards. 

“Please Steve, fuck me,” Shaye breathed and Steve groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder, letting her guide his dick to her cunt.

"You're gonna get me far too used to the sound of you begging for me," Steve growled as he slowly began to tease her with the tip of his cock. 

A whimper escaped his lips as he pushed it in just a little, just enough to make her gasp. Even the tip was fucking thick. His face broke out into a big smile. He dipped his head, biting down gently on her earlobe.

"We'll make it fit, hmm?"

She let out a ragged, strangled moan as he pushed himself a little deeper, taking his time. Steve pressed his lips to her forehead as pain shot through her and her breath hitched. He stopped instantly, sensing that she needed a break. 

"You got me, I got you, right?"

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she breathed deeply and pain began to shift, and then he felt really fucking good. Her body was covered in goosebumps and one of his large warm hands slid up her body, cupping her breast, thumb gliding over her pebbled nipple. 

He pushed a little deeper as she relaxed. And then a little more. Her fingernails raked down his strong back, feeling thick ropes of muscle flex beneath her touch. He grinned. 

"Not even halfway."

"Oh, God," she breathed. Her legs wound around his waist and she slowly rolled her hips. Steve cried out as he finally bottomed out, the two of them completely still, sharing breaths. 

His eyes shone and he placed a soft, delicate kiss to her lips.

"You're so good for me, sweetheart," he mumbled.

She could have come right then and there. Her cunt clenched around him and she whimpered Steve giggled, rolling his hips ever so slightly.

"You like that, don't you? You like to be told how pretty you are? How well you take me?"

She nodded and he practically beamed as their bodies began to move in tandem. Flames licked her skin, and sweat began to form on her skin, but Steve was taking his time with her. Just like he promised. 

"You're perfect, Shaye."

"I could say the same about you," she breathed as he began rolling his hips faster. Not by much, but just enough to tease her and leave her wanting more of him. 

Shaye moaned again, her head tilting back into the pillow. Steve's arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her hips to meet his as he dragged his tongue along the length of her neck, nipping at her skin. The new angle made her feel every ridge and vein of his cock that pulsed inside of her making her body practically vibrate in his arms. 

"You feel so good," he growled, nipping at her pebbled nipples, sending jolts of delicious pain through her body, "like you were made for me." 

Steve groaned as she clenched around him and her sweet jibberish praise filled the air between them. 

"Tell me, angel," he groaned, his hand grasping her chin in an attempt to bring her focus back to him, "were you made for me?"

Shaye whimpered, tugging on Steve’s shoulders until he pressed her further into the mattress, hips flush together, his dick deep inside her. 

“Oh god,” Shaye moaned, clenching around the thick cock pressing against her walls. 

Steve grinned and kissed below her ear, sucking a mark as he began rocking his hips gently. 

“Just Steve, remember?” he teased, and Shaye tried to roll her eyes but he thrust forwards and her eyes rolled back in her head instead.

She laughed.

"You cocky asshole."

He giggled, dipping his head just to let out a soft, husky moan in her ear that made her grab his ass and push him deeper inside of her. 

"I'll take that, too." He kissed her cheek. "But you're still my good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, Steve," she whimpered.

"Tell me," he begged, his hips snapping a little harder. He was hitting her G-spot with just the right amount of force and pressure, and she was clinging to the edge of that proverbial cliff. "Please?"

As much as she loved to hear him beg, she liked it even more when her pleas made him fall apart.

"I'm your good girl, Steve."

A deep, carnal growl filled the room and he picked up the pace as she raked her fingernails down his back, surely leaving deep red marks on his skin. Pleasure built, and Shaye could sense that her climax was right around the corner. She wanted to see just how hard he could fuck her. She could take it.

The edge began to feel overwhelming as he continued the brutally perfect pace. Keeping her hanging by a thread. 

"More," she whined, moving her hips with his, "please, Steve." 

He let out something between a growl and a laugh as his hips deliberately slowed, "is my girl getting greedy?" 

Shaye whined again, her hips moving at a frantic needy pace as his almost slowed to a stop, teasing her. He glanced down between them as her hands found purchase wrapped around his biceps as she used him to chase her release. 

"A little needy too." he cooed before dipping his head, "you want harder?" Shaye nodded quiet gasps leaving her lips, "faster?" he groaned as once again, she nodded. "Because you've been such a good girl," he said in a slow gravelly sing-song voice before thrusting again, the brutal pace picked up and the tip of his cock hit her g-spot with precision. She clenched around him again, forcing another growl to leave him as he pressed his lips to hers, giving her exactly what she needed. 

"Good boy," she whispered against his lips before taking his bottom lip between her teeth.

Steve whined, high and reedy, his hips slamming into hers, grinding deep before pulling out and doing it again. Shaye released his lips, falling back against the pillows. 

“C’mon sweetheart, let go, I’ve got you, promise I’ve got you,” Steve grunted, fucking Shaye with hard, deliberate strokes, each one hitting her spot perfectly. 

“Ohh fuck!” Shaye cried out as she squeezed every muscle, body tensing as her back arched, pressing her chest up into Steve’s. 

“Atta girl,” he breathed, pressing his lips to her temple, breath coming faster as he somehow picked up the pace.

A few more hard thrusts and Shaye was sailing over the edge, a scream slicing through the room as she came. Her cunt quivered around him, squeezing him tight, and Steve just kept fucking her. She could hear the headboard thunking against the wall behind them as her climax ripped through her like wildfire. 

"That's it, sugar. All over me. C'mon sweetheart, you got one more in you, I know you do."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" She practically sobbed as he just kept hitting that spot over and over again until one orgasm melted into the second and she was clinging onto him like a life raft. 

Steve bit down gently on her earlobe.

"I'm gonna come," he groaned.

"Please," was the only word she could get out as her body trembled beneath him.

With a few more snaps of his hips, she finally felt him still, burying himself deep inside of her as he came, moaning her name like a prayer. Her mouth dropped open and his lips crashed against hers, their bodies moving slowly as Steve sought out every last ounce of pleasure he could. Finally, he collapsed, both of them breathing hard.

"That was incredible," she laughed.

He pulled back, eyes as intense as ever.

"Stay with me?" He asked. "Uh, the night? Would you spend the night? I've got sweats for you to wear, there'll be pancakes in the morning, and I grind my own coffee beans."

Laughter rippled through her and she couldn't stop smiling. Of course, she wanted to stay.

"Well, maybe I can get that second date, then."

Steve dipped his head, his lips pressing to hers in the sweetest kiss. After a moment of lingering, he pulled back, "sweetheart that second date was inevitable." 

Shaye pushed back the hair that had matted to his forehead from sweat, curling it behind his ear as her eyes flickered to his. "You feel it too, huh?" She whispered. The confession laced with anxiety in her nerves. 

A beaming smile fell over him, "yeah, darlin' I do." 

She grinned, lifting her head and stealing a kiss. "Good." 

Steve laughed before sliding out of her and climbing off of the bed. 

"Why are you leaving me?" She laughed in a mock pout as he spun around towards her. 

"I'll be right back, don't you worry," he opened the door as both Milo and Rocky raced through clamoring to the bed, "shit!" he yelped reaching for collars. 

Shaye fell back into the bed, laughing as he wrangled them with muttered curses. Even with super soldier skills the two dogs managed to jump onto the bed, curling up at the end as her and they both stared up at his frustrated look. 

"Spoiled, you both." He pointed a finger at each dog. Shaye bit her lip, hiding how adorable he looked frustrated at them. Steve turned and made his way out of the door only coming back a few minutes later with a washcloth and balancing two glasses of water. 

Shaye had curled up under his comforter, the dogs snuggled up at the end of the bed still, this time both intertwined together. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion as she forced herself to sit up. He pulled the comforter back a bit, handing her the water and setting his aside before gesturing to the cloth in his hand. It only took a moment for her to realize that he was asking permission. She nodded her head before he began gently cleaning her up between her legs. 

"Thank you," she whispered as he took the glass from her and climbed into the bed under the blankets. 

"My pleasure, angel," he said pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

Shaye curled into his side, resting her head on his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat as it lulled her to sleep.

She hadn't realized that she had fully fallen asleep until the soft golden hue of the morning sun streaked over the bed. Shaye had rolled over onto her stomach, facing the window that was only partially open. Dust glittered in the beams of sunlight and Milo's familiar soft, steady snores filled the room. 

Steve shifted next to her making her lift her head to see him sitting against the headboard, brows furrowed in concentration as his pencil scratched at the notebook he was cradling in his hand. He looked ethereal. His hair was still a mess from sleep, his eyes back to the softened blue she remembered meeting yesterday afternoon. 

"Good morning," she rasped in her usual morning voice. 

His eyes flickered down to her, the concentration turning on the soft sweet face she loved. "Morning," he whispered back leaning down to kiss her. She let out a soft moan at the feel, the sparks returning and butterflies in her stomach waking up from their brief night's slumber. 

He folded the notebook back up, "how did you sleep?" 

Her eyes wandered to the leather-bound paper in his hand. "Like a rock," she smiled, "were you drawing?" the curiosity in her outweighing her compulsion control. 

Blush crept over his cheeks, "Uhm--yeah," he flashed her a shy smile, "I was." 

She sat up, bringing the blanket up to her chest covering herself. "Can I see?" 

Steve opened up to the page he was scribbling on, staring down at it for a moment before holding it out to her. Her eyes flickered up to his before glancing down at the drawing. 

A gasp left her lips as she stared down at a drawing of herself. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she hugged the pillow she was cuddling with not ten minutes ago. 

"You just looked so peaceful and the sun," he whispered, "I didn't want to risk forgetting what that looked like." 

Her gaze met his as tears threatened to prick at the corners of her eyes.

She had never met someone who made her feel so cared for and loved than him and it had only been twenty-four hours. Shaye knew that this thing between them was more than just a simple meet-cute at the dog park. He ignited something in her and it felt addicting. 

"It's beautiful." she choked out softly. 

Another smile graced his features, "it's because it's you." 

Shaye leaned in to kiss him again, her lips slotting over his as if they were made for each other. She pulled back, smiling at him. 

"I know this might be a little soon," she said softly while his fingers brushed her cheeks, pushing back the mess of waves her hair had turned into, tucking the strands behind her ear, "that second date sounds good right now, maybe some of the pancakes and some coffee?" Shaye offered as he chuckled. 

"I think I can manage that." He teased, kissing her once again as she hoped that this morning would become the first of many just like it.

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chicken à la king.

Bucky Barnes x Empath! Fem! Reader

Summary: His blue eyes met yours, and his body responded almost instantly: a slight tremor up his spine, a feeling of breathlessness from the caring expression on your face, and he could feel his fingers tightening around the mug in his hand slightly from the boyish nervousness that suddenly aroused from deep within his mind.

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A/n: I swear to god this wasn't meant to be a huge fic. It was supposed to be a cute little oneshot that turned into this huge yearning. God, i missed writing for Bucky Barnes a;lkdfj;sdjf

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Genre: Romance, Friends to Lovers Rated: Everyone Warning: Slight Angst, Fluff, Bucky's a bit awkward, Mentions of PTSD/Anxiety symptoms, Dark/Crude Humor, Mentions of HYDRA, Mentions of Torture

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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The last time he had been on a real date was when he went home for a week-long furlough back in June of 1943. It was the last time he remembered Steve Rogers as the way he'd been before Project: Rebirth made him into the big soldier he was today; small, frail, and knuckles busted from getting into another fight.

James Buchanan Barnes could still remember a time when Steve had to stuff his shoes with newspapers because his feet were too small. Granted, that was during a time when you weren't allowed to be stingy with money, but Bucky digressed.

Three dollars then was a mere blink for today's world, and though Bucky was still getting adjusted to the way the new world was, he wasn't exactly thrilled to find out that a simple cup of black coffee costed a whole five dollars in comparison to a nickel in the 30's and 40's.

But that was the difference that stood out the most: Bucky just wasn't meant for this time.

Like Steve, he was also a man out of time; forced to wake up for tasks he didn't want to do and his mind scrambled over and over for the littlest mistake and sometimes just because. HYDRA, and the world, had been unforgiving to Bucky, but he couldn't complain.

He could only adapt. Like a soldier.

I am not the Winter Soldier. I am James Buchanan Barnes.

I am Bucky.

Bucky's blue eyes fell to his cup of steaming coffee; his reflection almost distorted completely as he raised the drink to take a sip. The bitter taste and burn distracted his nerves for a moment, but he was deftly reminded by the way the December sun glinted on his left hand and the metal shined right into his eyes.

Constant noise and stimulation made his body tense, but when your voice filtered through the chaos, it seemed to melt everything away until he was enveloped in a cocoon of quiet, comfortable distractions.

"You seem like you got a lot on your mind, Bucky."

His blue eyes met yours, and his body responded almost instantly: a slight tremor up his spine, a feeling of breathlessness from the caring expression on your face, and he could feel his fingers tightening around the mug in his hand slightly from the boyish nervousness that suddenly aroused from deep within his mind.

While these feelings were flooding his brain, there was the other part of him that was chastising him for letting his guard down.

A good soldier never feels anything but the need to complete the mission.

'You're my mission,' metal to flesh; the feeling of the wind searing against his face; the smell of smoke and gunfire invading his nostrils as the man beneath him allowed him to carry out his duty.

'then finish it-'

"I'm doing perfectly fine, thanks for asking."

Bucky curses internally at the way his tone comes off as sharp and defensive; apologies beginning to string along his tongue like a Chatty Cathy, but your voice cuts him off before he can say anything more; his head instinctively ducking.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Would you wanna go somewhere less crowded?"

The consideration within your voice makes Bucky want to second-guess your intentions, but he has to remind himself that he knows you.

He's looked into everything about you. You're not a threat to him.

But you could be. Bucky can't predict the future and he doesn't know what happens when you go home from visiting him.

The thoughts that race through his mind make him almost guilty from how untrusting he is of you, but you never made it a point to be upset with him about it. As someone who had also been a prisoner of war, you seemed to understand him better than most.

He met you through Dr. Raynor, his court-appointed therapist that he was required to see despite being pardoned for years and years of crimes while working under HYDRA (under no consent of his, mind you). His therapy hadn't really been going anywhere, and so Christina had suggested meeting with someone that was like him.

The words always left a bitter taste in his mouth, and the scribbling of her pen made the feeling even worse.

You weren't anything like him when it came down to it. While yes, you had been taken prisoner and experimented on and conditioned, you weren't as seasoned as he was; as broken and old and confused.

Bucky wasn't sure what to say. His chest was starting to tighten, his eyes darting for the door, and Bucky was becoming aware of the weight of the knife in his boot. He was starting to look for danger, but your hand on his made Bucky snap his attention straight to you; the feeling of wanting to recoil making the muscles in his forearm tense.

"Hey, it's okay."

It was simple, short, and sweet. Just two words that held more weight than you realized, and the man couldn't help but to hold his breath. Your touch was soft; a far-cry from what he was used to, but it was working.

You were bringing his heartrate to a slow; his body instantly relaxing, and there was a part of Bucky that wanted to hate the subtle golden glow that shined within your (color) irises.

This was why Raynor wanted you two to become friends: you were an empath. Not exactly like Wanda Maximoff, but you were close; a natural-borne mutant. You hadn't been able to use your abilities for good until him; HYDRA made sure to squash any thought of using your powers outside of missions before you even realized it was a thought.

When you were recovered from HYDRA, Dr. Raynor had been your therapist while you were learning how to use your ability at S.H.I.E.L.D when it was led by Phil Coulson. But then, Coulson was killed, and things became different.

Then, it was discovered that HYDRA had infiltrated the agency, and you went under the radar in fear of what HYDRA would do once they got your hands on you.

You were only found when you showed up unexpectedly in Raynor's home, apparently after a run-in with him.

The Winter Soldier.

He wasn't sure what had possessed Raynor to pair the two of you together for therapy sessions, but from what Bucky had gathered, it was because you had asked to be seated with him.

You asked.

Maybe it was due to the new-but-not-new 'exposure tactics' that most therapists used nowadays. He remembered it being huge back in the 20's when a developmental psychologist named Mary Cover Jones and other psychologists began to use desensitization tactics as a different form of therapy.

Bucky was a bit of a skeptic, but when Raynor suggested that it would be good for the both of you, Bucky had relented and now here you two were months later: having a cup of coffee together while you held his hand.

It wasn't exactly a date, but Bucky wondered if you had begun to think of it that way like he had.

Bucky liked your company. You didn't poke and prod at him; didn't expect him to answer when he didn't know what to say; didn't wait for him to come to the rescue when he was knee-deep in his own shit; didn't get angry at him for what he did when he was the Winter Soldier.

You just held his hand, sent nice feelings to him, and grounded him when his vision began to grow shadowed in the corners and unfocused. You helped him to feel normal, and it was a dangerous game that he played with you.

He was getting attached, that much Bucky knew. Anytime you two went out in public, Bucky kept an eye out for suspicious activity because you were there; not because of his conditioning. He'd search for exits that he could get you through, he'd walk slightly in-front so he could shield you from attacks if need be, he made sure you were completely in your apartment and then-some so he knew that you were safe, the list was endless.

Bucky tried to tell himself that he was just doing this because it was courtesy and amendment; that inner-gentleman that never was completely conditioned out of him, but even Sam could tell that it was deeper than that.

Though, Sam Wilson seemed to know everything about Bucky while knowing completely nothing.

Bucky couldn't keep his fingers from brushing against yours as he intertwined your hands together, and he murmured, shaking his head slightly.

"I hate it when you do that."

"Promise it's just output. No meddling into that big head of yours."

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, but the words brought him comfort.

He was deathly afraid of what you would see if you ever took a dive; drowning in the fucked up shit he'd gotten himself into. While befriending an empath with telepathic abilities wasn't exactly comforting, it helped that you allowed him the choice.

A choice he never had while he was with HYDRA.

"My head isn't that damn big."

"I don't know, the longer hair kind of hid that."

His blue eyes were unamused as he looked at you, and you couldn't help but to chuckle, and the golden hue of your eyes went away and he was no longer under the blanket of your powers. Bucky, however, felt rejuvenated; like he'd just gotten 10 hours of peaceful sleep, and his back straightened just the slightest as he asked you.

"Is that offer to get out of here still open?"

Your eyes twinkled, nodding, and Bucky made sure to [begrudgingly] lay a ten dollar bill on the table before the two of you left. Brooklyn was hustling as the new year began to close in; the air still crisp and freezing, and he held the door open for you on the way out.

He was walking close to you; shoulders brushing with every step, and instinctively, Bucky's eyes began to scan the area; looking for danger, and your quiet chuckle snapped him out his focus. Bucky glanced down at you with a raised eyebrow, and your voice held a tone of teasing to it; your expression soft.

"There's nobody out here to get us right now, Bucky."

"Can't be too sure."

And that was that. You didn't fight him on it; didn't question his thinking. You just let him be, and Bucky didn't know whether to thank you or to feel bad because even he could tell that your shoulders were tense.

War never left.

While the physical remnants would fade; leaving off-colored skin and metal parts and ribbons and awards and dog tags that dangled too loudly despite the fact that there was no heart to remove them...it was still active mentally.

Streets were zones, people were potentially dangerous, and there was always a question of 'what if' that lingered in the air like a foreboding warning sign that never shut off no matter how badly the neon flickered.

The conditioning never left, but when you had someone to sit with in the trenches, it wasn't so bad. A deep breath left his body, and you hummed as you took a sip of your coffee, your eyes looking up at the lights that were strung along the street lamps; lit up despite the dim light of morning.

"Are you excited for the new year? You're gonna be what, 107-past-ancient?"

"You kids have no sense of respect for your elders these days."

You giggled while Bucky's eyes lit up with amusement, his lips curling up slightly despite his best effort to keep a poker face.

"So, you do admit that you're old?"

The words slipped from his mouth before he could help it, wincing to himself slightly from the embarrassment.

"Only in mind, sugar."

You didn't say anything, but Bucky could tell that you had heard him loud and clear by the way you had broken your own poker face; biting your lip to keep a laugh from slipping out. Shaking his head slightly, Bucky glanced over his shoulder at the sound of something approaching fast before he turned back to front and placed a hand against your waist and tugged you to him when a skateboarder came from around you; startling you.

You melted into his side, the warmth of your body heat mixing with his, and you both paused as you breathed a sigh of a relief. Before Bucky could ask if you were alright, you were already smiling up at him, eyes crinkling in the corners as you exclaimed.

"You saved me again! This time from an oblivious skateboarder. Wasn't it a raccoon in a trashcan last time?"

Bucky's cheeks burned, and he pinched your ear, making you yelp and giggle as he quickly let go the second your hand swatted at his.

"Listen, punk, I really thought someone was there."

"The look on your face was priceless, but it's the thought that counts."

Bucky rolled his eyes, and he couldn't help but to wonder if you were more trouble than anything else. Trouble that he liked. Trouble that he was starting to indulge a little too much in.

Trouble that he wanted to get more of.

Shaking his head slightly, Bucky let out a breath again as you continued to chuckle quietly to yourself, and when he made it to your apartment with you, Bucky respectively stood on the outside mat that read 'welcome!' in big black rubber letters.

You turned to him, the key to your door lodged into the lock while your hand was still on the doorknob, and Bucky was giving you his undivided attention.

"Do you have any plans for tonight at all?"

Bucky shook his head, shrugging his shoulders.

"Not that I know of, but I can let you know if it changes."

You were suddenly nervous, Bucky's eyes zeroing in on the way that you swallowed slightly; throat undulating, and he became alert. If he listened closely, he could hear the way that your heart was starting to race; your hands trembling just the slightest as you looked lost-in-thought and unsure of what to say exactly.

"Um, would you...like to come inside? I was...thinking of trying a new recipe and it'd be nice to have someone to test it out with me."

Bucky hadn't been expecting it, if he was honest. In his mind, you'd become nervous because you had sensed some sort of presence or danger and it was going to be a fight.

Not because you wanted to invite him inside.

It was actually cute.

Bucky's shoulders relaxed inconspicuously, and he replied with a tilt of his head.

"You want me to be your test subject? Not the worst torture I've been subjected to."

The joke was in poor taste, and Bucky felt awful for saying it; his mouth running faster than his mind could think, but you were laughing at him; your head thrown back as if the words didn't apply to you either.

"I didn't realize my cooking was that bad."

"I wouldn't know-"

Bucky thought for a moment, and when you opened your mouth to reply, Bucky responded confidently despite the sweat running down the side of his neck from the nervousness.

"-but I'd like to...if you'd have me."

Suddenly, he was back on Sarah Rogers doorstep, a much-younger Steve looking at him with surprise as his mother stood at the stove with a kind smile, inviting him in but making sure to let him know that 'he can't just run away from his folks every time they get onto him' or something like that, Bucky couldn't quite remember what Sarah had said to him that day.

He just remembered how damn good her Hoover stew was despite the Great Depression taking a huge toll. Bucky was brought back to the present by you chuckling and unlocking the door, gesturing with your head to come in.

"You'll always have a place at my table, Bucky."

There was a part of him that expected you to say the same thing that Sarah had, but you didn't say anything else. You just walked inside, hung your coat on the rack, and left the door open for him, and Bucky was washed with the lovely scent of your apartment from the candles he had gifted you for Christmas.

Raynor's idea, but Bucky was happy that you liked the gift.

While Bucky's apartment was bare, yours was furnished down to the last bit of space. Antiques were hung on walls or sat on shelves, some of them things that he'd seen and used back in the day, and Bucky shut the door and locked it tightly, kicking his shoes off at the door and walking into the kitchen where you had a familiar cookbook open.

"I was thinking of making Chicken à la King."

You looked embarrassed and nervous, but Bucky was given such huge whiplash that the poor man didn't even notice.

"You know about Chicken à la King?"

Your heart was racing, sounding like a drum within your ears, and you averted your gaze; looking nervous and embarrassed while you fidgeted from foot to foot. Your throat was tight, the words getting caught in your throat, and Bucky was surprised by how small you seemed to look.

Had he not been a super soldier, he probably would have missed the words that you whispered softly.

"I...wanted to make it for you."

Bucky's heart began to race, drowning out the sound of your own as blood rushed through his ears, and his face began to get hot. Bucky could feel his toes and fingers tingling, and it was almost a fight to stay rooted in place.

You wanted to make him dinner...a dinner that he hadn't tasted since his childhood, no less...damn near forgotten about it until the words had slipped past your lips in a nervous little whisper that he wanted to swallow.

"You...wanted to make me dinner?"

"Specifically this, yes."

You picked up the book, and Bucky's eyes damn-near bulged from his head when he finally got a good look at the familiar cover.. In your hands was an antique cookbook by Fannie Farmer, almost seeming brand-new judging by the leather cover despite the yellowed paging giving away the age. Bucky stepped forward, and he asked you as he looked at the cookbook.

"Where did you get this?"

"Believe it or not: the internet."

Bucky damn-near rolled his eyes, but he relented, shaking his head.

"I'm surprised you even know about this thing."

"I did some research...looked up what was popular back then, and I just settled on this. It seemed easy...nothing too complicated. I just...thought...maybe that you would like it."

You were curling in on yourself; second-guessing your reasoning, and Bucky would have melted if he didn't notice the tell-tale signs of anxiety. Gently placing his hand on your shoulder, he was taken back by the speed your head turned to look at him; eyes wide as you relaxed beneath his touch.

"If you want the truth: I haven't had this for...a very long time...so I'm not even sure if I remember what it tastes like. I remember how to make it though. I can help...if you'd let me."

A bridge was beginning to solidify between you; a trust between you two becoming reinforced and growing and Bucky wasn't afraid of it this time. In fact, he was beginning to cross that very bridge; searching for your hand and your presence and the calming comfort that came with (Y/n) (L/n).

"You don't think it's weird? I mean, I thought it was a bit weird when Raynor suggested it...I asked for her advice on what you might like cause I wanted to do something nice for you, but then I started to think about it and what better way to the heart than through the stomach? I mean, I'm not exactly the best cook, but I wasn't sure what else to do for you-"

Your nervous rambles were cut off by the feeling of his finger against your lips, a soft look on Bucky's face as he smiled with amusement. Your ears were burning, and you almost fainted when he asked you softly.

"You know what you could do?"

Your eyes were wide; doe-like and staring up at him as if he was the only thing in the world, and Bucky's voice became shaky as he asked you.

"Kiss me?"

The cookbook dropped from your hands, your heart skipping a beat, and you rose onto the tips of your toes to grasp at his cheeks, and Bucky cupped your own so he finger was out of the way. Lips crashing into his own, Bucky was finally in heaven. Whether you had meant to or not, your power was going haywire, your emotions flooding into his and vice versa; almost as if the bridge was finally complete.

You never needed to tell him that you loved him. Bucky knew it with the way you handled him even in the beginning when your friendship was just a suggestion made by a court-appointed therapist that somehow turned into more because you both were ripped from the same cloth despite the differences in timeline because you understood each other.

Despite the fact that there was a time where he was supposed to hunt you down and eliminate you due to the fact that you knew too much, you never faulted him for that as if you knew what was hiding beneath that mask at the time.

Bucky wouldn't know that it was because you did.

You had been able to access those locked parts of his mind because of your telepathic abilities at the time, but to be fair, he had never asked. Whether it was because he was uncertain or didn't think it was the right time, you didn't think anything more of it.

Just like now: there were no thoughts except for Bucky. Just him. And he could feel it; hear it even within his mind. Whether you meant for your control to become null in that moment, Bucky felt damn near accomplished for being able to make you falter.

If there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your control.

Fingers danced at the nape of his neck, and a shiver ran down his spine, and though Bucky was damn-near thoughtless, he refrained from swiping the shit on your counter onto the floor so he could seat you atop of it. Instead, Bucky slowly pulled away from the feverish kiss, and you were vibrating within his grasp. Your voice was quiet, shaky and breathless.

"Bucky, would you...want to start dinner and stay the night?"

"Nice to know I'm not so out-of-practice after so many years."

The moment was broken, but you were giggling; looking shy as you took a tempered step back, and Bucky winced slightly. Probably in poor-taste, but you were still smiling, so he wondered if he should keep going or stop before he got too-ahead of himself.

"Would you...like to help me make dinner?"

Bucky nodded almost enthusiastically.

"I would be honored."

If Bucky thought hard enough, he could hear Steve's smug chuckling as you tied a frilly apron around his waist despite Bucky's protests; grumbling to himself as he began to dress the chicken while you put on a record that Bucky knew all-too-well.

"Shut up, punk,"

No, I don't think I will.

[END]

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20 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦. 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘯𝘰, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱����𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

@ultraviolet-aria 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 🤍

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WIP and Ideas List

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So, I have a few ideas, but don't know which ones to focus on. Figured I'd put it up for a vote. I've always been bad at summaries, but below are the concepts, let me know which ones y'all would be more interested in :D

Most of them are Marvel because apparently my Marvel brainrot never left

WIPs

Keeper of Shadows | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Series

(Series) Summary: An odd series of fatal attacks in Upstate New York piques your interest, especially when they seem to be related to the strange powers you received when you were 10 years old. By some stroke of luck or misfortune, the Avengers too are investigating the case, and you are their number one suspect. In a temporary alliance, you work together to discover why people are dying, unraveling a line of love, secrets, and betrayal.

Masterlist link is here!

The Run and Go | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Series

Summary: You, an ex-Red Room graduate turned mercenary, take up an assignment to retrieve some sensitive information from the Triskelion. You run into Natasha as you escape, much to your anger. You can’t seem to escape her after this first encounter as different circumstances force you to work together.

First part is here!

Those Were The Days | Monster Hunter!Natasha x Monster!Reader | Medieval Fantasy AU

Idea: Maybe they were a monster hunting duo and reader gets bit. Instead of telling Nat, they just disappear and Nat thinks the reader died. Few years later, Nat takes up a contract to kill a creature that’s been stalking a local town. Nat tracks them down and is about to kill the creature until she realizes who it is. Fic is placed in medieval-ish times. Unspoken feelings, some angst. [This was supposed to come out on Halloween but that didn’t pan out. There will be a vampire version and a werewolf version with 5 endings total].

Link to an early draft here!

Ideas/Prompts

Marvel

Little Bee | Hope Van DynexReader | Fluff Oneshot

Summary: Sparring with Hope was fun. Teasing her while doing it was even better.

Late Night Shots | Ronin!Clint Barton x Barton!Reader | Angst Oneshot

Summary: You mourn those who were lost to the Blip, including the ones who are still around. [Or Clint takes off shortly after the blip, leaving behind the only surviving Barton child, much to their anger and resentment.]

Sick Fic | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Oneshot

Prompt: You're sick and don't want to tell Nat. She still finds out and takes care of you when you can't. It's kinda angsty, lowkey, but also really simple, and it's halfway written.

Pitfalls of Devotion | Natasha Romanoff x Reader | Miniseries maybe?

Prompt: Follow-up to "Orpheus and Eurydice." It's not fully thought out, but its sort of supposed to be a parallel to the myth, going after her, maybe in the soul stone somehow and trying to get her back? Maybe, probably, end in angst?

Night's First Star | Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Fluff Oneshot

Prompt: You were told that the first star in the night sky will grant you a wish but you have all you could ever wish for with her.

S.T.R.I.K.E. Out | Steve Rogers x Reader | Oneshot or Series

Prompt: A Captain America and the Winter soldier fic where the reader is a STRIKE agent that’s not in Hydra and is helping Cap out. The elevator scene is where the reader finds out everything is wrong and stays in the strike team to get more info. After the mall scene, the reader gets found out and is captured and lowkey tortured. Hydra send in the Winter soldier to get more info out of them but instead, he asks about Steve and why Steve knew him. The reader tells him about how they were best friends and stuff and bucky does the “he used to put newspapers in his shoes” but he’s horrified cuz he finds out his whole existence as a hydra “agent” is a lie. [Or basically a slow-burn reader insert of Captain America and the Winter Soldier]

Untitled | Avengers x Reader | Oneshot/Mini series

Summary: You've gone rogue, having left the Compound in the middle of the night and no one knows where you've gone. You return a few days later and call for a meeting despite the heavy injuries you have.

Untitled | Kate Bishop x Reader | Angst Series

Summary/Prompt: After Eleanor Bishop's mysterious death, Clint and Kate begin to investigate, finding ties to the not-dead King Pin himself. [Or a spy-thriller type fic where everything will go absolutely wrong]

Untitled | Matt Murdock x fem!Reader | One-Shot

Prompt: Matt, for all his skillsets, doesn't realize his next-door neighbor is also a vigilante. [Basically had a stupid idea of the reader coming in at around the same time as Matt to their apartments and the reader smells of blood and they are denying it by blaming her period or something, idk]

Untitled | Daisy Johnson x Reader | Mini-Series

Prompt: You, an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., have been on an undercover mission at a Hydra base, reporting on a secret project they have been working on. After one of your calls is intercepted and are made out, Daisy and the team work to get you back. [Basically the Whump troupe again, sorry, it's one of my favorites]

Prompt: Would love to write a spider-person!reader but have no idea what story I'd want to tell nor who to write it for.

Prompt: Would also love to do a choose-your own path type fic, but also have no idea what the story should be or who to write it for.

Star Wars

Prompt #1: Reader is a pilot squad leader. They lost their entire squad on their last mission and is, naturally, heartbroken. They have to write letters to their families and tell them that they’ll have no bodies to mourn. They’re taking it out on a space punching bag or somethin’ until they collapse and they scream. While trying to catch their breath, two hands reach from behind them, the hands feeling so familiar. The hands pull the reader back gently and the reader sinks into them and grip onto the person holding them. [Don't have an era nor a character in mind, tbh]

I'll take care of you. | ReyxReader | Oneshot

Summary: Rey gets hurt after a scavenging trip to one of the Star Destroyers deep in the Jakku desert. You promised to always take care of her.

Prompt #2: SW fic where reader was part of a shut down trial where they implemented chips similar to what happens to the clones in the prequels. Reader defected and joined the rebellion. The chip is somehow activated and reader starts attacking the rebels but is trying to fight the programming from within. [I was picturing either the originals or sequels era]

The Walking Dead

Prompt: Takes place during and/or after S3 ep7 and reader is working a lot harder cuz they feel guilty about what happened to Maggie? Idk, I started rewatching the show recently and was reminded of my huge crush on Maggie. Anyways, I'd like to write something zombie apocalypse but don't have any ideas, so.

Most of these ideas and prompts aren't fully thought out yet, but I'd work on them as I'd go. Anyways, thought I’d put these out there, so let me know what y’all think!

[stellar-solar-flare]

A Fairytale Of A Disaster| Chapter 4/4 | Steve Rogers x doctor!Reader

Explicit - 18+ only - Minors DNI.

Your friend set you up with a perfect guy. Unfortunately, when it's time for you to meet 'Grant' for the first time, he has stood you up. On Valentine's Day of all days.

Was it too good to be true? Or does he instead have a very, very good reason why he's late, and a desire to make it all up to you?

Fluff, hurt/comfort, meet-cute, misunderstandings, eventual smut, healthy communication. | Background Sam Wilson/OFC.

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Story Content Warnings:Discussion of Steve's canonical trauma; mentions of Steve/Peggy.

Reader Specifics: She/her, late twenties (a few years younger than Steve in this fic). Training to be a trauma surgeon (has completed med school, in residency stage). Likes books and houseplants. No description of appearance (other than clothes and such), no use of Y/N.

Alternate Universe: The Avengers Initiative continued SHIELD's work after its collapse to corruption. The Avengers are living together in the Compound - Bucky has healed, and Civil War never happened because Tony and Steve worked through their differences like adults.

Story Notes: I wanted to write a Valentine's Day oneshot, and then it turned out it has parts. Oh no. Well, here we are. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little trope collection! As always, thank you for reading, and hearing what you think means a lot to me.

I do not own anything Marvel related. This is an unofficial fan work. No copyright infringement intended. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 4: Forever After

Chapter Notes: And here is the final chapter. 2024 was a giant hassle for me, which is why it was a little delayed, but I am grateful for your patience. Thanks for sticking with me until the end. As always, I am always interested in hearing your thoughts! Thank you for reading, and happy 2025.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, praise kink, slightly possessive Steve Rogers, dirty talk.

4,290 words.

It didn’t sit right with you to just wait for Steve to come back.

Sure, it was the first time you were at his place, but he had told you to make yourself at home. And he had gone through all this trouble to make the schedule mishap up to you, even after he’d obviously had a long and probably somewhat overwhelming day. You wanted to do something nice for him, too; to do your part in making sure this night would turn out well.

He had mentioned the BBQ-chicken-filled baguettes, which sounded like lovely comfort-type of food; and that type of food required a dessert. You weren’t the one making the rules.

After a few minutes of contemplation, you padded over to the kitchen part of the great room and started opening the cabinets. After what Steve had said, it didn’t surprise you that his pantry was well-stocked, and it seemed like he enjoyed baking, too. So far, he’d only sent you pictures of dinners he’d cooked, but after that, it wasn’t much of a leap to assume baking was also something like a hobby to him. A top-of-the-line stand mixer stood on the counter, gleaming in the well-lit space, and you smiled. It would practically do the work for you.

You figured out how to turn on the oven and set it to heat up while you gathered all the necessary ingredients and found a nice rectangular oven pan. Brownies certainly weren’t going to win any Michelin Stars any time soon, but they were a great treat after a long day and one of the recipes you could’ve made in your sleep. Besides, Steve had quality chocolate, grass-fed butter, free-range eggs… There was no way these could turn out anything but delicious.

Steve wasn’t gone for long, but by the time he returned, you were already scooping the melted chocolate and butter into the stand mixer bowl to whisk it together with the egg-sugar foam. You were so focused on the task at hand that at first, you didn’t hear his steps coming up to the kitchen.

“Doll?” he said, and there was something careful about his voice, something that made you think it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to scare you.

You turned to look at him, smiling, as you set the dish in your hands on the counter and turned the stand mixer on; on a low setting, it was so quiet that you could easily talk despite the fact that it was running.

“Hi,” you said. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” he said.

He had looked great in the suit but the combination of grey dress pants, a crisp white shirt, and a navy blazer was certainly nothing to scoff at. He’d dried and combed his hair, and it was a radiant halo on his head, and the look in his eyes was something that sent a shiver down your spine. His gaze trailed down from your eyes to your body, taking in the navy apron — with his shield embroidered on it — that you’d found in a drawer and used to cover your dress to keep it clean. Abruptly, he pulled his gaze away, peering at the batter.

“I thought I’d make us some dessert to go with the sandwiches,” you smiled. “You did tell me to make myself at home.”

“I did,” he swallowed, the sound coming out of his throat somehow suffocated. “You didn’t have to but I… I appreciate it. A lot. It looks lovely. Brownies?”

The chopped sentences made one side of your mouth tug up. For sure, you had heard that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, but you hadn’t expected such a small thing to have an effect this tangible. You stopped the device, satisfied with the evenness of the batter, and Steve turned back to you.

“Yeah, brownies,” you confirmed. “I borrowed your apron, too.”

“I can see that,” he smiled. “It looks great on you. It’s from our Kitchen Heroes merch line — Sam got it for me as a gag gift, since all the profits go to fund food banks. I often cook for the team; it’s good for the spirit. But it definitely looks better on you than it does on me.”

A part of you doubted it — the idea of Steve, with the apron on and the sleeves of his shirt rolled back, working on some complicated dish with a focused expression on his face in this very kitchen made something stir on the bottom of your stomach.  Maybe you would see it; maybe this was only the first time you were cooking in this kitchen, maybe this was the beginning of something beautiful, maybe this was it.

His eyes trailed down again, and for a second, you thought he might be staring at your breasts, and then you realized that his gaze was fixed on the shield that stood proudly on your chest. His shield, on an apron in his colors, on you. You hadn’t intended this to be any sort of innuendo, really, you had simply grabbed the topmost apron from the drawer that held them, but now, the implications of his gaze definitely weren’t lost on you.

“Steve…” you whispered, licking your lips.

The doorbell rang, making both of you almost jump.

Steve tore his eyes off you, clearing his throat as pink was staining his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, just, give me a second,” he said, already spinning on his heel to stride to the door.

Whatever it was that caused someone to physically come meet Captain America at this hour on a holiday probably wasn’t something that you should be eavesdropping on. So you used the moment to pour the batter into the greased dish and stick it to the oven, letting the clangs of metal and the beeps of the timer you set cover the conversation at the door. And of course, you weren’t going to deny yourself the simple joy of tasting the batter off the spatula you’d used to scrape the bowl. Delicious, just like you’d thought — thick and wonderfully chocolatey.

Focused on your task, you didn’t hear Steve’s steps until he was back to standing almost next to you. He cleared his throat in a way that called for your attention, and you spun to your right, the spatula still in your left hand.

Your heart skipped a beat. And then another.

Roses.

Steve was standing there with a huge bouquet of them on his arm; he’d peeled off the paper that had sheltered them during transport and with only the thin cellophane wrapped around the stems, you could easily see how beautiful the flowers were. In full bloom, under the bright lights of the kitchen, their scarlet red color looked so wonderfully brilliant that for a moment, all you could do was stare and feel your heart swell in your chest. No one had ever.

“I thought…” Steve murmured, just a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I felt bad for showing up to a first date without the flowers, and I wondered if the red was a little too much but they match your dress. There are a few 24/7 delivery systems here on AI Campus. I hope —“

“Steve,” you cut him off, your voice thick. “They’re wonderful. Beautiful. Thank you.”

You stepped closer to him leaning in to peek at the roses, smiling at their fragrant scent. Three or four dozen — you would have to count them to be sure. Later. Now, you would just take them in and enjoy. It might’ve been true that it was a little excessive for what was a first date, despite the feeling that you’d known Steve for much longer because you’d been talking so much about everything, but so far, nothing about this had exactly been normal and ordinary.

“I love the color, too,” you whispered, turning your gaze up to Steve.

“I’m glad you like them,” he murmured.

He was looking at your gleaming eyes and your bright smile with something akin to primal satisfaction on his face. It should have clashed with the way he looked like Prince Charming, tall and strong and handsome and well dressed and bearing flowers — god, your luck had finally turned, hadn’t it? — but somehow, it didn’t. As the eye contact stretched again, seconds ticking away and your pulse racing in your chest, your head was running away with almost irresistible images of a future you might share with him.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something falling onto the back of your palm. Dazed, you turned your gaze to the left, looking at the drop of brownie batter that had fallen off the spatula you were holding.

You should have put it away. You should have found a vase to stick the flowers in until it was time for you to go home. You should have started the dishes you’d made baking, and get the food cooking with Steve.

But right now, those things weren’t something you wanted to do, and maybe, the weird trust that had floated in the air for the entire night meant that you didn’t have to care about what you should do, about the usual and ordinary route of doing things. Maybe you could simply do what you wanted, and see where it took you.

In a bout of courage, you ran your forefinger over the side of the spatula, sweeping a generous amount of batter onto it. You could feel Steve’s eyes on you, and when you looked up again, there was a darkness there that made your heart beat louder.

“I think this turned out delicious. You should try it?” you whispered, holding your hand up, almost beckoning him with the batter-covered finger.

You were proud of your hand not trembling, of your tone only to having that small question in it. For the second it took for Steve to understand your words, you thought you’d made a glorious miscalculation. The only sound you could hear was the breathing of you.

And then, after shifting the bouquet so that it rested on his left arm, he reached for your hand. His fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, so lightly that the barest flex of your hand would’ve removed it from his grip, and yet it was the furthest thing from your mind. His hand was so warm it felt like it was radiating pure heat up your arm so that it pooled in your chest and at the bottom of your belly. You didn’t dare to move, you didn’t dare to breathe, you simply watched, eyes riveted on the movement when he brought the hand onto his lips.

His mouth was so soft against your finger. At first, it was a simple kiss, almost something like the back-of-the-hand kisses from fairy tales, and yet, the way his gaze was aflame when he kept his eyes in yours seemed to belong to a completely different sort of tale. When you didn’t yank your hand back at the touch of his lips, he grew bolder, his thumb sweeping a caress onto the sensitive underside of your wrist right at the edge of your palm. His tongue swept the side of your finger before his mouth wrapped around it, sucking the last of the batter off.

A tiny, desperate whine escaped from the depths of your throat, and if it hadn’t been for his super-hearing, it might’ve blown entirely past him. But it didn’t. His darkened eyes locked back on yours, and for a half-second of pure, blessed clarity, you realized the power of a man you were playing with, and some sort of eons-old instinct that was purring in the back of your head at the possibility of bedding him took the reins for you:

“Please.”

It was just as tiny and desperate as your whine had been, but it was a much clearer permission for him to proceed, and with a movement so fast you could hardly catch it, he threw the roses onto the kitchen island and grabbed you by the hips, bringing your body against his and his mouth down to yours.

The kiss’ urgency shot through your veins, setting them alight with desire, and you brought your free hand up to wrap around the nape of his neck, keeping his mouth right where it was. A low sound, a growl almost, rumbled in his chest as he felt your touch, the eagerness with which your body arched for him when his arm wrapped around your midriff, pulling you tight against his body. He nibbled your lower lip, leaving behind a faint taste of vinegar from the fish & chips you had shared, and then traced his way down the column of your neck with small kisses.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “I just… Please tell me yes.”

“Yes,” you breathed, barely able to get the three letters out of your hazy brain that had zeroed in on the way Steve felt against you, the way his hips pressed against yours.

The second he heard you say that, he crouched down only enough to bring his hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you up to his arms with ease that made your stomach do a flip. You were ready for him, ready to be carried to the bedroom and kept there until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name, ready to let him to have and to hold.

But it wasn’t in his mind to venture that far. He lifted you up on the kitchen counter, and you spread your legs so that he could get in between. It would be the perfect height, and what you felt when his hips pressed against you this way filled you with something that was a mixture of exhilaration and slight dread at the size of him. Before you could think about it too much, his soft, perfect mouth was back on yours, emptying your head about anything except his taste, now pure Steve in a way that made something within you whine.

You tossed the spatula still in your hand away, hoping it would land somewhere in the general direction of the sink, and moved your hands to the top button of the shirt Steve had only a moment ago put on. With self-control that would’ve moved mountains, you moved your head so that your lips separated from his, and he stopped, his forehead leaning against yours and his breaths coming in harsh, graving bouts.

“Doll?” he whispered.

“Is it a yes?” you whispered in turn, fingers fiddling with the closed button.

“God yes,” he breathed out, his mouth coming back to yours as if all his control had been drained by that small moment of confirmation, and then there was nothing standing in your way.

You fumbled your way through opening the buttons and then pushing the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his warm, chiseled upper body for you to map with your greedy hands. It was almost too much, too perfect, his serum-enhanced physiology something out of a wild daydream — and now, it was yours to touch. You ran your hands all over his abs and pecs and arms and back, and the muffled groans he buried in your neck filled you with satisfaction, even as the way his hips were rocking against yours was awakening a deeper craving in you than you had thought possible.

“There are condoms in the bathroom, I can go get one…” he whispered, his forehead moving to rest against yours as you breathed on each other’s lips.

Even as he spoke, his large hands were running up your stocking-covered legs and then hips. Finally, they settled on the underside of your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. Even through the layers of apron and dress, the touch was almost unbearable, too much and too little at the same time, and you couldn’t bear the thought of Steve leaving the cradle of your thighs for even a moment.

“I have an IUD,” you said. “And I trust you if you trust me.”

He swallowed hard, nodding, and then his hands were on the move again. They traced their way down your sides and then slipped underneath your skirt, his eyes fixed on yours. He was giving you plenty of time to tell him to stop if you changed your mind, and yet stopping was the furthest thing from your hazy mind.

“You’ve been driving me crazy the whole night,” he rasped. “The whole day, really. Ever since you sent me that picture… It’s been all I’ve been able to think about. You are so goddamn beautiful that I can’t fathom how I got this lucky.”

Your eyes fell closed as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your stockings, and with some maneuvering and rocking from you, he slipped them off your legs. The stone counter was a little cold underneath your butt, but it was something you barely acknowledged when Steve was looking at you with darkened eyes, gathering your skirts slowly up to your hips and making you whine in anticipation.

“That eager for me, beautiful?” he murmured. “Good. I want you moaning my name before we are done; I want to drive you just as crazy as you drive me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes glazed over with the pleasure I bring you.”

Oh god. You hadn’t anticipated this, any of this, sleeping with Steve on the first date, or him having that sort of mouth, but something pleased rippled down your spine as you realized how much of an expression of trust this was. A different kind than your talk in the car, certainly, but another one regardless.

“Please.”

“Oh, that’s a good girl.”

The gravelly tone and the words of praise combined with hot fingers smoothing up the inside of your leg made your vision cloud over with a red haze. He noticed your reaction — of course he did, with his eyes fixed on your face when he touched you, and a smile so smug it almost glowed spread on his face.

“That’s it, isn’t it? You like me telling you how perfect you are for me.”

It wasn’t a question, which was good, because his fingers finally, finally reached the apex of your thighs, diving into your wet folds, and the only thing you could do in response was to grab his shoulders and let out a whine, your hips rocking up to his touch.

“So wet for me, doll,” he whispered, his hand twisting so that his thumb landed on your clit and his forefinger teased your entrance, pure electricity shooting up from where he touched you and making you sparkle with pure lust.

You arched for him when he started drawing gentle circles on you, finger finally entering you with an audible groan from his mouth as he felt your tightness. Your head fell back, and he brought his other hand to the nape of your neck, holding you in a perfect position to lean over you and capture your lips for a kiss. And the hand didn’t stop; he was reading your reactions with all his strategic intelligence, finding the perfect ways to touch and stroke, everything inside you winding tighter and tighter and tighter.

“Steve,” you moaned when he released your mouth because saying his name was more important than breathing.

“Are you going to come for me, beautiful? Does my hand feel that good? I want it, baby, let me have it.”

As if you could’ve stopped it even if you had wanted to. Your peak poured over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in it, and you brought your hands into the back of Steve’s neck to pull his mouth to yours when it happened. He let you ride it, extending the feeling with his touch until you were a panting, hazy mess, barely able to see.

“I need you inside me, right now, you panted the second his hand retreated, your hand going for the buckle of his belt.

As collected as he had appeared with his words, he certainly wasn’t unaffected by you, either. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, groaning as your hand slipped down the front of his pants, feeling the diamond-hard length of him. He rocked his hips into your hand as you explored him with your fingers, feeling the moisture at the tip of his cock that told you he was just as eager as you.

You freed him from his pants, feasting your eyes at the sight of him, your mouth watering, and if it hadn’t been for the aching emptiness in your core, you would’ve dropped on your knees to taste him. Based on the way he’d been staring at your red lipstick, he wouldn’t have objected to it. But no. You needed more, and so did he, lifting his face to look at you as his hands pulled you to the very edge of the counter. You wrapped your legs around him as he lined himself up, dragging the head of his cock through your wetness in a way that made you both take a violent breath. His other hand moved your skirts and —

Suddenly, a bubble of laughter formed in your chest, escaping your lips as a small giggle, and Steve lifted his eyes from where he’d been staring at the apex of your thighs. He was smiling too; a happy glow mixed into the darkened look of his eyes, and you couldn’t resist swiping a tendril of hair away from his forehead — you must’ve marred his perfect hairdo with your hands when he’d been working magic with his hand.

“What is it?” he whispered.

“Should I take the apron off?” you grinned, and he tilted his head.

The smile on his face turned into a devious smirk, and then, with one smooth, slow stroke, he buried himself inside you. The movement knocked all thought away from your head, your mouth opening in a gasp as you felt yourself accommodate his impressive size, and god, yes, you were his now, ruined from anything else now that you’d felt him inside you, felt him pull you into an embrace as he slowly started moving, his lips dropping kisses into your jawline.

“Let’s leave it,” he rasped, as if you could’ve managed something as complicated as opening the knot of the apron’s strings in this state. “I like it… Makes you look all mine. And I have time to enjoy more of your beautiful body before this night is over.”

It was a promise and a threat at the same time — this was only the beginning and yet, you could already feel the white haze of another peak creeping into your brain, just as you’d barely stopped floating in the tail waves of the previous one, and you were not sure any mortal was meant to survive an experience this divine. But Steve was a demigod more than he was a man, as human as he was, and a primal part of you was nodding eagerly at the idea of him truly keeping you in his bed for the entirety of the night.

“Steve…” you whimpered.

“I’m right here, beautiful,” he cooed. “God, you feel so fucking perfect on my cock, jesus christ.”

His movements were speeding up, his patience unraveling, and yet, he wasn’t about to leave you wanting. His hand found its way back to where you were joined, fingers stroking your clit. The touch was tender, careful not to hurt you, and yet the overwhelm of it and the way he was moving inside you blurred into a flurry of sensation. He was ripping sounds of you that you hadn’t known you were capable of making, keening whines and gasps and whimpers that made him chuckle darkly as he stared at you like you were the center of his universe.

Your core fluttering around him, almost there, almost almost almost —

“Give it to me, doll, come on my cock,” he murmured on the shell of your ear, and the words were your final undoing.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips on yours and letting him have your whimpers directly from your mouth. You were shaking in his hand hard enough that you might’ve been worried about falling off the counter if it hadn’t been for Steve holding you by your hips, his thrust speeding up and losing rhythm when he approached his point of no return and then —

there.

You felt him spill inside you, his back muscles trembling with the force of his climax, a moan resembling your name falling from his lips as he dropped his forehead to rest against yours, breathing harshly.

For a few breaths, neither of you said anything, and then Steve pulled his head back just far enough to be able to look at you.

“So, um, will you believe me if I say I didn’t bring you here just for this?” he said.

The sheepish tone compared with the fact that you hadn’t even made it to the bedroom and that he was still inside you made it impossible to not laugh. You pulled him for another kiss for an answer — lighter, sated, happier…

almost loving, very, very soon it would be

…and he answered the kiss just the same way. Soon, you’d have to move, get cleaned up, get the brownies out of the oven, get the food situation sorted out with Steve but not just yet.

For a few minutes more, you could just linger here in his warmth and his scent, enjoying the beginning of your happily ever after.

THE END. Thank you for reading!

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When All Else Has Changed

A week after posting another fic, I'm back with a spur-of-the-moment oneshot 🤣 I didn't plan much so it just... happened. Oh, and it reached 5k. Oops 😏

All Caps Bingo — B2: Running out of time @allcapsbingo Stucky Bingo Round 4 — N2: front page news @stuckybingo Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 5 — B3: Live on TV @buckybarnesbingo

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Teen+ Word/Chapter Count: 5,621 (1/1) Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Barbershop Quartet, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century (see full list of tags on AO3)

🚨 Summary 🚨

Steve didn't mean for them to get caught. He swears. He only wanted to scope out a peculiar-looking building. The one he and Bucky lived in together during the thirties.

Instead, he and Sam were stuck in a holding cell.

“So who should we call?”

“I’d call Bucky, but I feel safer in here.”

“Come on. Is Bucky that bad? Would he really—”

“STEVEN. GRANT. ROGERS.”

--

Or, the time Steve sucker punched a cop.

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Augustus "Pug" Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Dane Whitman (Kit Harrington)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Deke Shaw (Jeff Ward) | 🔒

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Druig (Barry Keoghan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Everett Ross (Martin Freeman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Ikaris (Richard Madden)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Leo Fitz (Ian De Caestecker)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Lincoln Campbell (Luke Mitchell)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Logan Howlett (Hugh Jackman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Namor (Tenoch Huerta)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

N'Jadaka (Michael B. Jordan)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Quentin Beck (Jake Gyllenhaal)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

T'Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

~ Still stuck in a dream ~

Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

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Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

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Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

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Anubis: The Doggo & The Goddess

Steve Rogers x Goddess!Reader

The Cap² Writing Challenge by @justsomebucky & @imhereforbvcky

Summary: When the balance of the world is in danger, you know it’s a battle you can’t fight alone.

Main Characters: The Avengers Assembled

Reader’s Special Abilities: Scientific engineer, guns, expert tactician, hand-to-hand combatant, elements control, goddess

Prompts:

Prompt 8 from the challenge: “Is it okay if I bring my dog?”

“I got no plans tomorrow night”

325 - “You look… okay… I MEAN…”

344 - “I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASS!”

Warning: Mentions of blood and angsty events. Just fluff. Sam and Bucky being Sam and Bucky

Word Count: 4989 Words

A/N: I might or might not bassed reader’s doggo on Flerkens, but it can be considered a Flerken because it’s a dog. So I don’t know let’s name this species a Krakken Dog  (x) (???) (X)

Reminders: Y/N/N -> your nickname

Based on these songs -> Where Did Party Go - Fall Out Boy & Fourth Of July - Fall Out Boy

“I have a bad feeling about this mission” you shared your worries in a whisper “and it’s not because tomorrow is Steve’s birthday and don’t have a present yet”

Currently, you were sitting between Natasha and Wanda in the debriefing room while Fury explained what consisted your mission on. At first look, the HYDRA base looked like it was abandoned, but, why would they build one in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains and leafy forest to abandon it? It makes no sense.

“How is that so?” Natasha leaned in to whisper to you.

“Look at the location” You whispered back without tearing your eyes from the screen in front of you. “The tall mountains are perfect for area look-outs. The forest is also perfect to catch by surprise any offensive groups”

“I agree” Natasha nodded “No one puts too much effort in their defenses to throw them away when they get tired of the location”

“I bet fifty it’s an underground base” you turned to look at your friend

“Fifty more they’re waiting for us” Natasha agree with a smirk

“I bet fifty too” Wanda joined tapping your right shoulder to gain your attention “That we are outnumbered,” She said when you leaned closer to her.

“Ladies” You heard your boyfriend Steve whisper placing his head between Natasha and you “stop betting and pay attention” you turned around as he leaned back in his seat and watched how he bet with Sam and Bucky.

“Says who?” you raised an eyebrow at them.

“You saw nothing,” Bucky said while Pietro and he placed their index finger in front of their lips. Shaking your looks you turned your attention back to Fury who was about to wrap up the meeting.

“That would be all. Any questions?” Fury asked looking at each one of you “Yes?” He motioned for you to talk when you eagerly raised your hand.

“Is it okay if I bring my dog?” If you were going to be outnumbered anyway, better bring more help right?

“I don’t see why not” Nick nodded making you smile and clapped his hands “Now go away, try not to die and bring me those files”

“yes sir,” you all said each one of you leaving the room, Steve waiting for you outside to walk with you.

“What was that important that you girls couldn't wait to bet about?” Steve asked falling into step with you.

“I could ask the exact same, captain” you looked up to him with a questioning gaze. He looked at you for a second then sighed giving in.

“We were betting on if the elevator would go up or no with Mjolnir inside” He clarified pressing the call for the elevator.

You turned your attention to your boyfriend who was deep in thought and biting his lip and hands on his hips when he didn’t answer if he knew where was your four-legged friend.

“Babe” you giggled when Steve hummed as if he just realized you were there right now, “I asked you if you have seen Anubis somewhere”

“Oh no” He shook his head “I haven’t seen him. So, I was wondering” Steve placed his hands on your hips to drag you closer to him. “I got no plans tomorrow night, you got no plans tomorrow night” you hummed in agreement lacing your fingers at the back of his neck arms around his neck to bring him closer to you “What do you say we do something special?” He nudged his nose with yours before resting his forehead against yours.

Steve was about to kiss you, he only got to brush your lips with his, when the elevator dinged and something collided with him sending him to the floor. It was Anubis, the Doberman that accompanies you everywhere, who started licking all over Steve’s face, not leaving any room for him to move.

“H-Hey, bud!” The supersoldier said between giggles trying to break free to no avail “Come, on. Stop”

“Anubis!” you squealed happily grabbing the dog’s attention. You positioned a leg slightly forward than the other so he could jump. You gave your dog a hug when he placed his front legs on your shoulders and when you let go he sat in front of you and barked happily. “Ready to go on a mission?” you asked the Doberman and he replied with another happy bark. Happily, you help your boyfriend off the floor and together went to get ready for the mission.

The Quinjet was filled with different conversations. Clint was at the controls with Natasha next to him. Steve, you, with Anubis between your legs, and Tony were sitting in the three seats behind them, and all of you were discussing last-minute details of your escape plan. Bucky, Sam, and Thor were discussing the properties of the Asgardian liquor and its effects and Bruce was in the last row of seats along with Wanda, Pietro, and Vision, trying to explain them a complex application of the biomedical advances. Everyone was immersed in their own conversation.

“I’m curious” Tony suddenly spoke, from your right shifting in his seat so he was facing you, when he heard the conversation Thor was having behind him,  “How much alcohol do you need to drink so you would get drunk?”

“Well it depends” you started explaining turning to Tony “For a goddess or god, like my kind usually takes five liquor stores or two whole breweries”

“Lady Y/N” Thor joined the conversation leaning forward in his seat “Do you have any kind of liquor in Dvasia?”

“Like Asgardian liquor?” you wondered turning your head to look at the blonde god and he nodded “Yeah, we have to kinds. There’s the Nectar, that works like human alcohol in minor gods, goddesses, and angels and makes a god or goddess, like my kind, lose the perception of time the more you drink. And there’s the Elixir, this is a harder liquor, and a lot stronger than the Asgardian liquor. Gods usually bet on how many shots will take a god before they blackout”

“That seems fun. Is there any record set?” Thor asked eagerly very keen on how the conversation turned.

“Yeah, Leth was the one who took the most shots. Ten shots. He didn’t wake up for two centuries” Thor and you let out a full laugh “Well, that’s not a very good record considering he spends most of the time drunk.”

“He seems like a cool guy” Tony nodded in approval “What is he like when he’s sober?”

“Not that cool” you sighed “Last time he was sober he destroyed the necromancers’ kingdom and the first magic war between the seven kingdoms started. One of the worst dark periods of Dvasia.”

“Oh, well, better not invite Doctor Jekill to any party” Tony joked “This information was very useful, but that’s not what I asked you” he smirked at you.

“How much do you have to drink to get drunk?” Natasha repeated the question making an exaggerated emphasis on the word you.

“I won’t give any kind of information you could use against me” you leaned on your seat closing your eyes.

“Steve?” Sam asked his friend sticking his head between both of your seats “How many drinks did you have to buy her until she agreed to go on a date with you?”

“Nah Sam, he would have ended up broke, and he’s not Al Capone” Bucky chimed in “The punk tricked her somehow but not with alcohol, he’s too old to go to those called night pubs” the ex-assassin frowned at his friend.

“Shut up jerk” Steve groaned rolling his eyes “I didn’t trick her, okay?” he raised a hand almost smacking Sam in the face.

“Y/N?” Sam tapped your arm “Did you charm him?” he raised an eyebrow at you with a smirk. “Seriously, you could have charmed someone younger”

“Of course I didn’t!” You protested turning to face Sam completely. You rolled your eyes when Bucky raised another eyebrow at you “I have a lot of powers but making someone fall for me is not one of them”

“Then, how do you explain that lovestruck face?” Bucky pointed to his friend.

“Lovestruck? I thought that was his stupid face, Hey!” Sam rubbed the back of his head when Steve smacked him.

“To be honest” you questioned “I don’t know what he saw in me” you frowned focusing on the landscape ahead.

“Are you serious right now?” Steve turned to you dumbfounded.

“Guys thirty minutes to jump” Clint’s voice cut everyone “we’re almost there”

“We should start getting ready” Natasha commanded unbuckling her safety belt and stood up. In seconds the Quinjet was filled with movement.

“This conversation is not over” Steve pointed a finger at you making you chuckle at his frown, before kissing you softly.

“I think I’m gonna throw up” Sam made gagging noises earning him a punch from Natasha and Wanda and a bark from Anubis.

Once everyone was ready and Clint announced there were only ten minutes left, you still felt uneasy and couldn’t stop fidgeting with your hands. You have been on plenty of missions. But, the one at hand is supposed to be an inside-out, although it screamed danger. Anubis whine startled you from your train of thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder, he could recognize the fear in your eyes.

“I don’t know” You let out a nervous breath “but I have a bad feeling about this mission” you shared your worries fidgeting with your necklace.

“How is that so?” Pietro asked frowning tilting his head to look at you.

“I can’t quite pinpoint it” You took a step back unclasping you luck charm from your neck “But I think something dangerous is waiting for us”

“Come on, Y/N/N, we have two gods on our side” he pointed at Thor and himself with a smirk “What could possibly go wrong?” Tony tried to reassure you with a joke but didn’t make any difference

Shaking a bit your head you looked at the charm in the palm of your right hand. The golden pendant that looked a medium-sized medallion had two figures on the opposite sides of it representing the bad and good luck. As the goddess of balance, when you were in doubt of what the world needed from you, or simply to know if the odds were in your favor or not, you would spin your luck charm with your magic and the side that shows may be the fate.

“We also have a birdman and a doggo” Tony added “I don’t know what Clint is doing here, though”

“Moral support?” Clint tried to joke turning around to take a look at you all with a shrug.

You sent him a small smile and focused completely on the charm in the palm of your right hand.

“We have Y/N/N for that” Natasha teased him moving to stand on your right “She’s a goddess after all” Wanda added with a smirk standing behind you, making the man turned to focus back on the controls muttering something around the lines of ‘I don’t know why I bother’

“Twenty seconds to jump” Clint announced pressing some buttons.

Extending the hand holding the pendant and blowing some golden dust towards it, it began to spin in your palm.

“Ten seconds” He called again activating the autopilot and opening the doors.

Something was very wrong the pendant should have stopped spinning seconds ago, but it didn’t. When the final countdown began the charm stopped edgeways, almost hesitant to land on a side. At the last second, your worst fears became true.

“Bad luck” Both girls whispered with a worried look.

“I’ll watch over you” You reassured them while placing the pendant back around your neck retrieving its sun form everyone knew. “Make sure you always have Thor, Hulk or me near you”

“Good luck everyone” Vision spoke in a reassuring voice.

“We will be needing all of it” When you nodded the first team jumped.

“Safe landing” You heard Steve’s voice in the intercom next was Natasha

“On air” You heard Tony say “The perimeter is safe” that made you relax a bit, that meant that the air radar was not in use.

“Next team” Clint commanded activating the autopilot. Vision, Pietro and Bucky took a step forward “Go!” Clint shouted and they jumped off the Quinjet.

“Ready” you heard in the intercoms

“Bruce, Wanda, Sam” You commanded placing a knife on your thigh holster watching how Bruce transformed into the Hulk “you go next” you nodded Hulk smirked back at you and jumped. Sam went next saluting you before jumping backward while Wanda nodded back with a smile and fly down.

“The best team is ready” You heard Sam joke

“Thor, Anubis, Y/N” Clint turned in his seat “You ready?”

“We are ready” Thor nodded picking Anubis, who barked and held Mjolnir in the other. You nodded patting his bicep and went off with a smile.

“Clint?” you asked your friend and he stood up to give you his full attention “Watch our backs and don’t fly too away”

“Good luck” he nodded with a confident smile.

“We will be needing all of it” after that, you were down in the woods in a second, landing gracefully. “Nat, Pietro, Wanda. I’m right behind you” You looked up to the sky and saw Sam fly above you and saluted him.

“Okay team” Tony spoke “ready to kick some asses?” Tony asked rather cheerfully.

As you all expected, nearing the base was easy and didn’t require many bullets. Just blow up a couple of wagons, headed towards each group that you detected, thanks to the three golden snakes you cast and sent underground in the direction of each group. They also allowed you to sense any ground vibrations confirming that the compound was, in fact, an underground base.

You were currently inside the building, in the second basement, hiding with Natasha and the twins in one of the corridors you cleared. The only source of light you had where the emergency lights in each corridor because in order to get inside you had to cut the power.

“There are three archives. One is on the north side, second basement where we are” Natasha whispered “The second is on the west side, third basement, where Cap’s group is, and the last one, on the east side first basement where Tony’s group is”

“Nat give me your gun” She handed you her guns and you replaced the bullets in one of the comprising some energy into them and creating some blasts and returned them “In case something goes wrong” you handed Wanda one of your bracelets that will allow them to create a protective barrier or go invisible. “Guys wait a second I’m going to clear the corridors”

“I got your back” Natasha agreed standing next to you

You rounded the corner and started walking down the corridor using the shadows to hide your form, even though your tactic gear was similar to Nat’s. In a second, five men twice your size, were in front of you pointing their rifles at you. With your powers you twisted the barrels, so they were pointing to each of the men before they shot killing each other.

You heard Nat firing her guns behind you towards the other end of the corridor and picked one of the guns straightening the barrel back when the noise alerted another ten men that rounded the corner at the end, but you fought them easily, using the stock of the gun as help. Running to the end of the corridor, you crouched down sliding through the floor. In a fluid motion, you pointed to your left killing three agents standing there twisting your body to stand up and pointed to your right killing the last two agents standing there.

“Clear” Natasha and you shouted together “Second basement clear” Wanda spoke walking up to you.

“We need back up” You heard Bucky speak in the intercom.

“I’m going to help the others” You announced to the three of them.

“Okay we take it from here” Natasha nodded.

“Bucky” You spoke retreating back from the corridor you just cleared to the end of it and turned to your right teleporting your self right behind him, startling Steve in the process, who was crouched in front of him, protecting both of them with the shield. “Back up is here” you spoke standing side to side with Bucky and started firing taking down the agents that came towards you. The last agent managed to avoid the bullets and stood in front of you.

“Not today,” you said you said sending him to Morpheus arms’ by hitting him in the temple with your gun’s stock.

“I’m out of bullets,” Bucky said taking out the magazine.

“Give me that” You held your hand to him and Bucky handed you the empty magazine. You held it between both of your hands and concentrated your energy in it filling the magazine with yellow energy. “That should last even for two more missions”

“Energy blasts?” Bucky smirked placing the object back in the gun.

“Energy blasts” you smirked back but it instantly fell when you felt an explosion above you, near Tony’s group position. “Tony? What was that?” you asked pressing the intercom more to your ear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Y/N,” Tony said out of breath “We’re fantastic. Just broke through a wall and are inside the archive”

“We’ve got data from the second basement” You heard Natasha inform “We are ready”

“The outside is clear” you heard Sam shout in the intercoms.

“We are about to get inside the archive,” Steve said nodding towards you.

Bucky readied himself while you balled your fist and light them with fire creating a source of light, and you both nodded back. Steve broke the lock with his shield and opened the metal door. Bucky stood at the door covering your backs in case more agents came through the corridor while you followed the blonde supersoldier inside the room, and lighted it with your fire.

“We are inside” You commented the team while Steve proceeded to turn on one of the many computers and insert the USB.

“Data is cleared from the first basement” Tony cheered on the intercom almost making you deaf.

“Third basement cleared” you called once the USB’s light turned green indicating the data has transferred correctly.

“Let’s get out of here” Steve commanded grabbing the hand that wasn’t lighted with fire and motioned to Bucky to lead the way.

You didn’t take more than two steps when the red alarm lights lighted up and the metal door banged locking the three of you inside the room.

“Guys, what’s going on?” Pietro asked on the intercom.

“I think we are locked inside the rooms” Tony explained.

“No shit sherlock” Steve retorted making you slap his arm.

“Retrieving the data from the computers might have started the emergency protocol” Natasha guessed.

“Tell me it’s not the self-destruction code” you feared when there was a harsh shake making you three loose balance.

“Guys, you have to get out of there right now” Sam commanded “The building is going to crumble down”

“All right I’m gonna get you out of here right now,” You kneeling on one knee to place a hand on the ground.

You closed your eyes to focus on calling the snakes you cast earlier, making them the size of a train, and making sure each one went to the locations were the three groups were located. After some seconds, the head of a golden snake broke one of the walls of the room.

“What the fuck is that?” Steve, Tony, and Pietro asked bewildered

“Our way out” You simply said nearing the golden snake and petted it. In return, it opened its mouth “come on, get inside”

“The fuck, are you nuts?” Tony screamed.

“Oi, come on Stark!” you laughed “Big bad Tony is scared of a snake?” you asked feeling the building shake violently “we don’t have time get inside!” you commanded. Steve and Bucky reluctantly got inside the snake’s mouth.

“I could use a little hand out here” Thor’s voice boomed on the intercome “The building is surrounded by a HYDRA army” Vision added.

“What are you doing?” Steve screamed at you when you didn’t get inside

“Trust me” you simply said “as soon as you all get out of the snake, start firing okay you commanded” They all agreed except Bucky and Steve, and you sent the other two golden snakes outside.

“What are you going to do?” Steve queried taking a step towards you, but you stopped him with a kiss.

“There’s no time for explanations, just trust me, okay?” you asked softly when you pulled apart. Your boyfriend nodded reluctantly taking a step back. You then nodded at Bucky confidently who returned it just as confident

The last thing Steve saw where your shining golden eyes, and your from being engulfed by the debris, before the snake’s jaw closed and led them outside.

Steve was worried sick. Even though you tried to reassure him, he couldn’t help it. He lost too many people, and he wasn’t sure if could bear losing the best thing that happened to him since Peggy. But he trusted you, and the smile you sent him before the snake brought him and Bucky safely outside, meant that you had an ace under your sleeve. Still, he was worried. It has been a minute since everyone started fighting outside, on the north and the south sides of the crumbling building, and still, there was no sight of you. Suddenly there was an explosion and something broke free from the inside, leaving the area covered in dust.

“What was that?” Steve asked looking up to the sky trying to see something through the dust, to no avail, while the Hulk kept smashing agents and tanks

“I can not recognize it” Vision spoke analyzing the new situation “It is to fast to be identified, but I can guess it’s humanlike”

The men in front of the half of the team stopped firing when the heard a loud screech coming from the south area.

“What the fuck was that?” Clint trailed off looking at each of his teammates.

“I have no idea” Natasha answered him.

The dust cleared a bit to let everyone recognize Sam, Tony, and Wanda flying towards them. Thor landed between Steve and Bucky placing Anubis back in the floor.

“What the fuck” Pietro gasped making everyone turn to look at what he was looking.

In a second, Steve recognized it was you who was walking out of the crumbling building behind you as if nothing happened. But you looked different. Instead of the black and navy blue tactic gear you were wearing moments ago, you wearing a golden and crimson gown that left nothing to the imagination; rings bracelets, and necklaces adorning your tanned skin a brown cape floating behind you, as well as your loose Y/H/C mane that shone goldenly. What stuck out the most were your eyes that shone every color and your red lips.

With a firm step, you walked up to them, sending a wink to Steve when you walked past him, making him blush, Anubis following you walking on your right. Once you both were standing between the Avengers and the HYDRA army you stopped. You heard the men moving, and all the guns were pointing at you in a second. Anubis moved to stand himself in front of you and started barking startling everyone.

You knew what was coming next. As the guns were still up, the Doberman’s barks turned more aggressive making his eyes start shining red, and before any gun was fired, Anubis opened his jaws unleashing a mess of tentacles that circled all the army, and gobbled them up as if nothing happened. Crouching down, your four-legged friend run to you licking your face while you patted his back. After a moment, you stood up and turned to look at your friends, who had different reactions plastered on his faces.

“That was creepy” Natasha was the first one speaking pointing a finger to the dog “but I still like him” she added making Anubis let a happy bark.

“Did he… just…” Bucky was pointing to the dog with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. It was a mix of horror and bewilderment. He placed both of his hands in front of his mouth and gestured with them imitating an octopus, making you chuckle.

“Yeah” you smiled looking down at your friend “He’s a special kind of dog from Dvasia. They are famous for the mess of tendrils kept within their mouths. Some of the sprouted tendrils host a nest of fanged and ravenous maws which can bite down on and gobble up just about… anything” you explained to them as best as you could.

“Like an army of bad guys,” Thor nodded proudly “Exactly”

Anubis walked up to Thor and sat in front of him with an innocent look. Nudging his leg to be petted he laid down in front of him gibbing the blonde god the puppy eyes, who immediately crouched down to pet him. Anubis the run to the Maximof twins who also petted the dog happily. Vision also patted awkwardly his head when Wanda placed his hand on the dog’s head. Anubis the ran to Hulk to lick his big green hand what made the big guy chuckle.

“That sounds disgusting” Sam commented making a disgusted face. “And looks disgusting” He added. The happy dog ran towards Steve, startling him and sending him to the floor to start licking at his face again.

“Okay, buddy calm down. We’re still friends” The blonde supersoldier chuckled and the Doberman let go of Steve and went up to Bucky, laying down in front of him.

Anubis whined when his metal armed friend didn’t make a move to pet him and nudged his leg with his head. Bucky seemed glued to the spot just looking intently at the dog, trying to take everything that happened in less than a second in. He relaxed a bit when Anubis moved so Bucky’s metal hand was on his head and barked happily.

“Give me a moment, bud” Bucky reassured the dog with a chuckle “That was creepy as hell” the soldier scratched behind his ears Anubis barking again. “It was cool, but scary dude.” Bucky laughed he jumped to lick his face like he always did. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a big doggo”

You walked up to your boyfriend to help him stand up, while the others were busy with the dog. Steve seemed glued to the spot and couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“Is this your true form?” the captain asked quietly “You look… okay… I MEAN…” He stammered motioning to your form with his hands trying to find the best words making you chuckle.

“Yes, it is my true form” you smiled at him “Do you like it?”

“I love it” Your boyfriend smiled but then he frowned “How come no one is commenting on it?” Steve asked curiously.

“It’s because only some can see it” you explained “When there’s a golden glow around me only other gods, goddesses, angels or those who share a special bond with me can see my true form. Right now, only you and Thor can see my true form”

“I understand” Steve noded “I like your eyes, though. They shine different colors” He complimented making you blush.

“Thanks,” you said looking down shily, but Steve placed a finger under your chin to bring your face up so you were looking at him. Once your eyes locked he took the moment to kiss you passionately.

“OH NO!” Sam’s shout startled you making you break the kiss and turn to look at him. He was backing away from Anubis who was looking at Sam intently. “I know that look. Don’t” Sam commanded taking another step back pointing a finger to the dog “Stay put!” Anubis simply stood in for legs ears perked up. In a second he launched towards Sam who started running away as soon as the dog made a move.

“I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASS!” Sam shouted running as fast as he could “I’M ABOUT TO GO SAMURAI JACK ON YOUR ASSES!” Sam shouted again, as he ran towards the woods in the direction of the Quinjet. you all started heading back too. Steve had his arm around your shoulders pressing you to his side.

“Sam?” you chimed in “Who are you talking to? Anubis, us or just me”

“ALL OF YOU!” Sam didn’t need the intercom to speak or shout. You were sure they heard him in China. “ALL OF YOU! INCLUDING AMERICA’S ASS HERE!HEY!...NO! GET OFF OF ME!... NOT IN THE FACE!” you all let out a full laugh.

“Are you going to show the others?” Steve whispered in your ear making you look at him with a frown “Your true form I mean”

“I thought you wanted to enjoy your birthday present first” you winked at him. Steve after hearing that, he placed an arm under your legs and held bridal style making you squeal and held onto his neck. Once you were holding him tightly, he hurried to Quinjet.

“What’s with the hurry?” Clint asked Natasha watching Steve and you walk faster.

“Young love, my friend” Natasha joked patting her friend's shoulder.

Hope you like it and I’m sorry if this was badly written. Thanks for letting me participate in this challenge. I love y’all 3000. <3000

[ltbarnes]

Sweet spot

Summary: Fed up with being the only one who can’t relate to the seemingly mind-blowing sexscapades everyone seems to be experiencing, your superior and great friend Captain Steve Rogers offers to help you with your problem. You should have never agreed to it.

Word count: 11.1k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Warnings: language, pining, smut, loss of virginity, oral (f receiving), underage drinking (reader is 20), age gap, seriously bad self-doubt, douchy people named Jake, friends-to-lovers

A/N: this one-shot i wrote a good while ago is the first thing i’m publishing on tumblr. any and all criticism is welcome and i’ll be glad if this reaches out to just one person. enjoy!

Masterlist

It didn't even bother you until you were left alone in the bar, 2:13 am on a Friday night. Your friends had all went home with their respective catches, already attached to their newfound hookups by the mouths as they stumbled out through the door to their taxis. You mumbled a sarcastic 'I'll be fine on my own here, thank you' as they slipped out without a word one after another, until you were the only one left on your bar stool while drunk 20-something-year olds rubbed up on each other in the background.

At first you figured you should get yourself some better friends who wouldn’t leave you alone in a dive bar with middle aged men who held their stares a little too long. Then came the looming irritation over the fact that at 20, you still have no experience, left with an inability to even land a casual hookup. It's not what you want for your first time, but you see no other way out from your involuntary celibacy.

It's been an issue with you and your debatable self confidence since you were 16, and back then you could still convince yourself that it was still early and you had no rush. And now at 20 it's still not the end of the world, and you’re not on a one way path towards living in an apartment with 13 cats and no friends. You just want to have sex for god's sake. You want to experience everything you imagine while staring at the guys training back at the compound, the things you see and read and hear about described as euphoric and earth-shattering and mind blowing.

The plan you had when you were still 16, or more appropriately phrased - desired future, was that you would manage to lure a poor guy into a relationship until you could safely and lovingly have sex for the first time with someone you trusted. At this time you’re ready to grab one of the perverts in the corner of the bar, silently but not subtly gawking at every woman under 25 as they dance and throw back shots in tight dresses. Wouldn't be so bad to fulfill their perverse dreams for once, would it?

You will still thank your friends for giving you something to think about while riding the subway as far as it will take you. You haven't taken the subway in a good while, it's not needed very often when you work and live at the Avengers compound. For some reason you only brought cash with you tonight, weirdly enough, and it's not enough to pay for a taxi all the way to the compound, so you went as far as you could go with the subway and then payed for taxi the rest of the way.

You still haven't really comprehended how you managed to get yourself in there, and you ask Tony that everyday. He always gives you the same answer - you tripped in the doorway when you came in for your interview. You haven't recovered from the embarrassment you felt as you stumbled into the room right in front of Pepper Potts and Tony Stark.

You were definitely not expecting to meet those two that day, and the shock made you walk right into the doorway. You expected to meet a representative, someone to scope out if you actually had the healing abilities you claimed to have. Somehow, by reasons you will never understand, Tony found you qualified despite not having seen you showcase the very thing you were there for.

It's surprisingly quiet in the residential wing as you return from your night out, taking off your heels as soon as you get inside. You hold them in your hand as you tip through the main living area towards your room, pressing your thumb against the fingerprint-lock sensor. Your door clicks as it opens, and you step inside quietly while throwing your purse on the bed with a thud.

"Had a good time?" A voice speaks up from behind you. With a small jump you turn around to see Steve leaning against the doorway with his goddamn smirk and innocent eyes.

"Hi, Captain. You sneaked up on me,” you say through a small chuckle, playfully glaring at the man.

"It's late,” he says. You sigh over his familiar scolding.

"Yes, it is. But that's kind of the point of going out to a bar, isn't it?" You walk towards your drawer, bringing your hands up to your ear to take out your earrings.

"If you say so."

"And I didn't mean for it to be so late. The subway took way longer than I thought,” you sigh. A widening of his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest, Steve rubs his chin with his palm.

"I don't want you alone on the subway in the middle of the night. Next time you call Happy to get you," he says with a slight scolding look on his face. You nod with a roll of your eyes. "How did you even get inside the bar?” Steve asks suddenly, seemingly picking up on the beginning of your statement just now.

"Secret, illegal ways." You grin and discard your earrings in the small jewelry box on your drawer, before reaching behind your neck to unclasp your necklace. You can feel his glare on you even though you’re not facing him, but you also know that it's an amused one. Hopefully.

"It's quite ironic that you're sneaking around committing crimes while working with us,” he says and you let out a small chuckle.

"I haven't forgotten the time you were wanted in the entire world. You were on the run for years,” you say, turning around to face him. "And if it's to your pleasure, I ended up alone anyways. My friends left with their hookups by 2 am."

"And you didn't because...?" Steve says with a grin, playing clueless even though he knows damn well why.

"I feel like you and Sam have made it your mission to taunt me by now, huh? One time, one time I mentioned that I was a virgin and I haven't heard the end of it since,” you say while sauntering over to your closet to pull out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts.

"It's just teasing, doll. Don't let it affect you too much,” he says.

"But you’re mean about it. I'm seriously considering going into a bar and picking up anyone that will have me so I can just get it over with,” you say, throwing your back dramatically on the bed.

"Okay, you're not doing that,” Steve says, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway. You turn your head towards him with a sigh.

"No, I will. It's embarrassing how long I've gone without having sex. It's about time,” you say, turning your body around so you’re laying on your stomach, pressing your face straight into the bed.

"Y/n, you're 20. I waited until I was 95, I survived,” he says and you chuckle, the sound muffled.

"The difference between us is that my abstinence is involuntary, Steve. I'll lose it if I turn 21 and I'm still a virgin." You groan into the soft sheets.

"Then let me do it,” he says.

"What?" You ask with your muffled voice, your face still pressed into the mattress.

"I'd rather see you being taken care of instead of sleeping with some random guy that ignores your needs and comes in 10 seconds, you know?" He says and you can't help but gulp over his statement.

"Are you saying that you want to..?" You ask, trailing off in the end as you lift your head up to look at him.

"Yes,” he says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him with wide eyes for a few seconds before realizing that you haven't answered.

"But wouldn't it be weird between us afterwards?" You ask, embarrassment creeping up on your cheeks as you desperately try to avoid his stare.

"I have no plans of treating you any differently, if that's what you are worried about,” he says, exuding a certain confidence and certainty about the arrangement that you can't find it in yourself to have. You allow yourself to smile a little, leaning your chin in the palm of your hand.

"You're not gonna fall in love with me then? I might be so good that you can never think about another woman again." You giggle while glancing up at him and putting your arms under your chin.

"I'm not gonna fall in love with you,” he says with a groan.

"I'm insulted,” you answer playfully, though with a hint of truth behind the facade. The way he laid emphasis on 'you', like the thought disgusts him, prompted a pang of hurt in your chest. Even though you’re not in love with him either, a result of your painfully realistic view on love, it still toyed with your insecurities.

You know Steve would never have feelings for you, so although he is the image of a Greek god with a heart of 24 carat gold and just enough mischief in him, you haven't let yourself develop an attachment to him.

It seems like he isn't the only one who could never imagine having any type of relationship with you, let alone finding you attractive. Your blank slate of experience is enough proof of that, accompanied by a zero sum of people showing even the slightest bit of interest. His willingness to even consider sleeping with you is flattering in itself.

"I'm not so sure about this, Steve,” you say quietly.

"You know I care about you, Y/n. I want your first time to be safe and comfortable so your standards are where they should be from the beginning. I don't want your first encounter with sex to be bad and then expect the same in the future,” Steve says, looking at you with a genuine streak in his eyes. You have to admit that what he's saying, offering, is incredibly thoughtful. It shows he cares.

"It's very thoughtful of you, Steve. It really is, but are you sure you want this? With me?" You ask. It feels like he would regret it immediately afterwards. Or worse, during.

"I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't. Take your time and think it through, my offer stands for as long as we're friends." He looks up at you, giving you a gentle squeeze on your thigh before walking out of the door.

His proposal is the only thing you’ve thought about the last few days. There's so many things that could go wrong, so many signs telling you that it's a bad idea. Still, you can't help from seriously considering it. Steve is certainly not the worst contender, would say at the top of your list in reality, and he would take good care of you. You have no doubts about that. He's a gentleman through and through.

You also may have heard certain things about him. Overheard may be a better a word for it. You were properly surprised, on the verge of shocked, the first time you heard that he brought a woman home to the compound. Steve never came across as someone who engaged in one night stands to you. You wouldn't even take him as someone who had sex outside of marriage. He's just so old fashioned in everything else he does, that you automatically assumed that sex and relationships would be no different.

The main conflict you have with the arrangement is that even though you try to fight it, you will probably end up developing an emotional attachement to him that you won't be able to get rid of. It's hard enough as it is to not fall in love with him. You mean, look at him. If he starts acting all soft and sexy on you, you’re not going to be able to hold back any longer and end up moping around for him. You know that one day he will find himself the right woman for him, leaving you heartbroken instead.

The upside is that if you do this, you won't be completely inexperienced anymore. You can cope with the following feelings by sleeping around instead. Great, huh?

You think you’re willing to take the risks that follow. It might be good for you to feel something, experience something real like a heartbreak or two while you’re still young. You have been so deadbeat in your belief that nobody could like you that you haven't even developed a crush since you were 12. It's about damn time. You might as well lose your virginity and have good sex at the same time.

A few hours later, spent by working halfheartedly since your mind is occupied with different strategies and drafts of your possible conversation, you knock on Steve's door. Why you’re so nervous you can’t possibly understand. He was the one who offered this, the one who instigated it.

You bite your lip as you wait for him to open the door, but then you don't know if he's actually here or not. You turn on your heel after a minute, and right on the bat the door opens up.

"Why did it take so long for you to answer?" You pout as you instantly turn around. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow and an amused grin.

"Hello to you too,” he says. "And to answer your question, I was dragging myself up from the bed."

"Right, the old man needs his afternoon nap,” you tease, resulting in a slight glare from Steve, though his amusement is given away by the corner of his lips turning upwards slightly.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Y/n?" He asks, and you look down to the floor as you remember what you came here to do.

"I've been thinking...about your offer,” you say, avoiding his stare desperately. "I think I wanna do it." You glance up at him. His eyes widen just slightly when he hears your answer. He almost looks surprised, like he expected you to turn it down.

"Oh...yes, okay,” he stumbles over his words, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. You look down the hallway, feeling uncomfortable with the eye contact.

"How should we do this?" You ask, glancing down at your hands.

"Uh…whenever you're ready, of course. There’s no pressure,” Steve says, and you nod in answer.

"Is it weird to schedule it? It is, isn’t it?” You ask. “Should we just do it whenever we feel like it, like spontaneously, or do we decide an exact date and time?" You ramble. A small smile grows on Steve's lips as he leans against the doorway. It confuses you, since you’re as much of a nervous wreck as you can be.

"Do you want to decide an exact date?” He looks at you with a pointed look. “Sweetheart, you are the one who needs to take the lead here. I can't decide anything for you,” he says while crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know…sorry. I'm just a little nervous,” you say, meeting his eyes for the first time in 2 minutes.

"No need to be. I'm going to take care of you,” he says, and you can feel yourself gulping over his words. There's no saving you now—you’re already too far into this.

"Friday? Is that a good day?" You ask abruptly. He chuckles lightly with a nod.

"Friday's perfect. Yours or my place?" He asks.

"Your apartment,” you answer quickly.

"Sex at my place on Friday it is,” he grins, and you allow yourself to smile lightly for the first time during your conversation.

"I'm gonna go now,” you say while pointing with your thumb to the end of the hallway awkwardly.

"See you on Friday,” he says before you turn around and hastily make your way back to your room.

You shift back and forth on your feet as you wait for Steve to open his door. This whole situation is weird and you have no idea how to even approach it. You’ve been asking yourself how you should act around him all day, what you’re going to say and if you should still joke around or be serious. You jump slightly as the door flies open, revealing a calm and smiling Steve.

"Come in,” he says, gesturing for you to step inside with his hand on the small of your back.

You walk inside, biting slightly on your thumbnail as the real nerves start to creep up on you. You can feel his presence behind you as you stand with your back against him. You tense up as he lays his hands on your shoulders, turning you around to face him.

"Relax, darling. This is a safe space, we're still friends. Don't be afraid to talk. I need you to talk, actually,” he says, crouching down slightly so he's at your level.

"Sorry,” you mumble. "I'll relax from now on,” you say and crack a small smile.

"We'll be in the bedroom, okay?" He asks, and you nod in answer before he leads you out from his small living room to his bedroom.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, glancing up at Steve as he closes the door behind him. You can't help from gawking at his torso, on its way to burst out from his tight t-shirt. He turns around gently, but stays in his place.

"We need to go over boundaries, so I know what you're comfortable with,” he says, and you nod in answer. "Is there anything at the top of your mind?"

"I don't think we should kiss,” you say quietly. It's not that you don't want to, it's more for self preservation-purposes. Again, you’re trying very hard not to fall for the guy in front of you.

"Okay." He nods with a small smile.

"That's it, I think,” you say, trusting Steve with the entire experience. He's safe and will notice if anything's uncomfortable for you.

"Just tell me if anything feels wrong, okay? We'll stop whenever you want to, don't hesitate to tell me,” he says and takes a step closer to you, kneeling down on the floor in front of the bed.

"The same goes for you, Steve. Don't feel obligated to do this if you really don't want to." He chuckles lightly while shaking his head.

"I know, sweetheart,” he says, and your heart does a somersault, just like every other time he calls you that goddamn pet name. You’re sure it’s something the two 40’s men have agreed upon torturing you with constantly.

His hands make their way to rest on your thighs. You bite your lip softly over the gesture.

"Can I kiss your neck? It's the mouth that's off limits, right?" Steve asks.

"Yeah. Feel free to do anything with my neck,” you say, and he smirks lightly trying to hold back a chuckle. A moment of silence is passed between you until you realize exactly how it might have come across. Your eyes widen in panic. "Oh god, that's not how I meant it."

"I’m not going to choke you,” he says. “Kids are into crazy things these days, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Idiot,” you mumble under your breath as he leans in towards your body slowly.

His lips suddenly hovers above your neck, like he's waiting for you to protest. When you don't, his lips connect with the skin on the side of your neck softly. His hands sneak their way up from your thighs to your waist, and you automatically bring yours to rest on his shoulders. A small, almost undetectable moan escapes your lips as he sucks on the spot he kissed, eliciting a quiet groan from Steve.

His lips move over your neck while he stands up from his kneeling position, until you’re laying down on the edge of the bed with Steve hovering above you.

"Let's move up a bit,” his muffled voice says against the crook of your neck. You nod, even though you’re not sure he will catch on.

His arm grabs a hold of your back, lifting you up slightly as he crawls over to the back of the bed. With a gentle movement he puts your head down on the pillow. You make eye contact for just a second before he attacks your chest hungrily again.

Your hands move from his back to the hem of your shirt, and you nudge on his chest slightly until he creates distance between you. He looks at you with some sort of confusion first, but he relaxes again as you slowly start to remove the fabric from your torso.

His eyes trail your upper body shamelessly as the skin becomes more exposed with every inch, eventually revealing the lace bra you bought just for this occasion. It feels different, a good of different, to be desired. You had to look good, and you won't even deny that you needed to feel sexy considering the unusual situation you’re currently finding yourselves in.

Steve doesn't waste even a second to attach his mouth to your newly exposed skin, hungrily trailing wet kisses over your cleavage. Your back automatically arches at the intimacy, your body reveling in the newfound pleasure of Steve's lips. He glances up at you every now and then, and even though your eyes are squeezed shut most of the time, it doesn't go unnoticed.

His kisses lower themselves down your upper body, landing on your lower stomach before he looks up at you with his fingers resting at the hem of your pants.

"You can take them off,” you say with a small smile on your lips, nodding in the approval you can tell he needs.

His fingers brush over the skin of your thighs as he tugs the material down your legs, until you’re only covered by the overly expensive matching set of white lace. Steve peppers kisses on your thighs, making you let out a small giggle over the slightly tingly feeling against your skin. The grin is practically plastered on his face as he looks up at you, and you feel yourself relax for the first time this evening.

"Let's get rid of these, shall we?" Steve asks and gestures to your underwear with a nod, trailing his calloused fingers over your covered nipple.

You nod in answer, gazing at him as he reaches behind your back to unclasp the bra. The straps fall down your shoulders, guided off of your arms by his hands. Steve watches your exposed breasts with intent, running his fingers over the now hardened nipples. The contact elicits a small whimper from your lips, silently begging for more. It seems like he understands the signal, trailing his hands down to the remaining piece of clothing.

"Lift,” he commands, tapping his fingers against your hip. You buck them up as he tugs your underwear down your legs gently. They're flung across the room, tossed into the corner while you automatically let your legs inch themselves towards each other. If vulnerability and the feeling of being exposed was present before, its heightened by 10 in this moment. Steve grabs a hold of your thighs and spreads them apart.

"No need to hide,” he says while pressing a kiss to your hipbone. The lingering touch of his lips trail down until they're pressed against your inner thigh. You tense up slightly as you realize where he's heading.

"No, wait,” you say, putting your hand on his head to hold him back. He looks at you with concerned eyes. "Are you going down on me?" You ask hesitantly.

"That is the plan,” he says. You can tell that you planted a seed of uncertainty in his mind.

"What if it tastes bad?" You say, cringing over the embarrassing question. His worried face drops, being replaced with a small chuckle and an amused grin.

"It won't." He chuckles, and you look at him with confusion.

"How do you know that?" You ask.

"I could smell you from the moment you stepped inside the door. Effect of the serum,” he clarifies. You nearly gasp.

"That's the worst thing I've ever heard,” you say, chuckling even though you’re mortified. "So you can just sense every time I'm turned on?"

He hums in answer while lowering himself towards your core.

"I'm never going to be turned on again,” you say, throwing your head back on the pillow.

Your chuckles are abruptly stopped as you feel his tongue lick a stripe through your folds, replacing the smile with a surprised gasp instead. You grab onto his hair for leverage as he flickers your clit with a swift move, sucking at the small bundle of nerves.

You can feel him smile, the warm breath against your core sending shivers throughout your body. The tip of his tongue dips inside of you, and you bite your lip over the new sensation. Your eyes close in pleasure while he sucks and flickers over your core, your legs threatening to close each time he uses his tongue to nip on your clit. His hands have found their way around your thighs, holding them apart while skillfuly bringing you closer to the edge.

"You're good at this,” you breathe out, grasping onto the sheets beside you, A small chuckle escapes his lips in answer, his tongue continuing his work on your lower body. You want to watch what he's doing, but your eyes continue to squeeze shut in pleasure. You guess it's a side effect of you trying to hold in the loud moans desperate to escape you, but it's embarrassing making sounds like that in front of him. Granted, his head is currently in between your thighs, but still.

A whimper spills out of your mouth when two of his fingers enter you slowly, while Steve looks up at you through his lashes, probably trying gauge your reaction. The new kind of intrusion is almost earth shattering, to be dramatic. Two fingers inside of you is new. You’ve only ever had one of your own before, and his thick digits take up a lot more space than yours.

After a few seconds he twists them, pushing them in further and pulling them out again while his tongue works your clit. You let your head fall back on the pillow, focusing on the feeling of his fingers filling you. A pace is starting to set, and the fingers add onto the building pleasure in your lower stomach. You can nearly feel how your walls clench around them, breaths starting to become shorter and more shallow. Your toes curl, trying to grasp around air as he quickens the movement of his fingers drastically at the sound of your quiet moan.

"There you go, sweetheart,” Steve says, voice all low and raspy and it shoves you off the edge immediately.

You can't hold the moan inside as your orgasm ripples through you, his fingers slowly riding out the high until you relax again. It takes a minute for you to regain your breath, all while Steve keeps his spot in between your legs.

"That was nice,” you say, voice strained but a smile on your lips. He grins up at you, and you can't help but feel heat travel to your face as his blue eyes filled with playfulness pierce into you, God, he's beautiful.

"Told you so,” he says with a grin. Normally you would smack him in the head if he said things like that, but you’re too wrapped up in your own state of post-orgasm bliss to care.

He pushes himself up from his position in between your legs, sitting on his knees while pulling off his t-shirt. Your eyes rake over his torso, taking in his godlike body. You look down after a second, trying to keep yourself at least a little respectful so he doesn't feel stared out.

"You can look, Y/n. It's only fair after I just gawked at your pussy for ten minutes,” he says bluntly. You glance up at him with a small grin on your lips.

"I never thought I would hear Captain America say pussy out loud,” you admit, resulting in a playful glare from him.

"Oh, shut it, Y/n. I'll edge you for an hour if you keep letting comments like that come out of your mouth,” he says, reaching out for his belt and begins to unbuckle the clasp.

"And here I thought I would be taken care of and treated nicely,” you say with a playful roll of your eyes. "So much for a gentleman, Rogers."

He chuckles and shakes his head lightly, unzipping his trousers and stepping out of them. Even when doing something that's normally awkward he looks almost graceful. You can't help from smiling internally as you see the large bulge in his boxers, considering it's a result of what he just did to you. You are the cause of it, it's impossible to not let that get to your head.

Steve climbs up onto the bed again, setting his arms on the sides of your hips while he hovers slightly above you without being too close.

"Are you ready for this? We can stop if you want to,” he says softly.

"I wanna do this,” you breathe out, and he nods in answer.

His torso hovers above yours as he reaches across the bed for the nightstand, pulling out a condom from the drawer. You don't know where to rest your eyes as he tugs off his boxers. Shyness suddenly creeps up on you at the sight of his thick length springing out of the fabric. Your eyes flicker between his red tip and your legs, desperately trying to avoid him catching you.

He takes the plastic package in between his teeth, ripping it open with just a swift move. You clench around air over the gesture, surprised that you found something mundane so attractive. You close your eyes gently as he pulls the condom over his aroused length.

"You tell me if you want to stop or if it hurts too much, okay? This is about you and your comfort,” he says while crawling over you, and you nod in answer.

A sudden nervousness washes over you as he positions himself between your thighs. His left hand rests on your waist, while his other has a hold around his cock as he moves it up and down through your folds to let you adjust to the feeling of it. He looks at you for permission to enter. You nod through a gulp.

You gasp as the tip enters you, the intrusion shocking you even though you were prepared. His cock stretches you out, a slight burn prominent as he sinks in deeper.

"Oh, shit." You wince, grabbing a hold of his bicep for leverage.

"Are you okay?" He asks, sounding concerned as he stills his movements.

"Hmm." You nod. "You can keep going. I'll be fine,” you breathe out.

After a minute he bottoms out, his pelvis pressing against your hipbone as he stays still inside of you for a few seconds.

"Can I move?" He asks, rubbing small, calming circles on your hip with his thumb.

"Yes." You bite your lip to suppress the sting of his cock stretching you out.

A small frown is etched into your face as he pulls out slowly again, a wince of pain escaping yout mouth. "Wait, wait, wait,” you say, squeezing his bicep slightly to stop his movements.

"Doll, promise me that you'll tell me if it's too much. I'll stop, we don't have to continue,” Steve says, concern evident in his voice. You breathe out deeply for a few seconds, just needing to adjust a little longer to the burn.

"It's okay,” you say, signaling for him to continue. He looks at you for a moment, searching for a sign that he should pull out. You nod at him, giving him a small, but genuine smile.

Steve rolls his hip slightly, pushing in with gentleness a few times as tears sting in the corner of your eyes. Small groans comes out of his mouth, and the fact that he's in pleasure helps with distracting yourself. It's getting less painful and more uncomfortable with every movement, but his soothing hand on your hip takes your mind off it. Just a little.

"You're doing so good,” he says, his voice low and just a tad strained as he moves in and out of you with small and gentle thrusts. It's almost like he's scared of breaking you, but you can't be more appreciative of that right now. The subtle praise makes your heart flutter, moving your fingers up to his shoulder, rubbing up and down over his skin.

His fingers find their way down to your clit, rubbing small circles while he picks up his pace just a little. The pleasure from his hand transfers over to the aching contact between his cock and your walls, and while it's still not exactly enjoyable the pain has subsided completely.

A small moan escapes your lips as his fingers move faster over your bundle of nerves, resulting in an almost growl from Steve. His right hand sneaks it's way under the small of your back, angling your hips slightly, giving him better access. The small adjustment results in a big difference, and it's getting slightly more enjoyable as his thrusts reach deeper inside of you.

"Better?" He asks, sensing your subtle relaxation. You nod through your whimpers, this time of pleasure. Your left hand flies up to his hair, nestling itself at the roots while your fingers scrape over his scalp. An almost undetectable grunt comes from him, and you take it as a sign that he likes it.

Your legs sneak their way around his waist, pulling him in deeper against you as your chests collide with each other. His face nuzzles itself into the crook of your neck, his shallow breaths against your skin creating goosebumps over your body.

"Should I keep touching you?" He asks, and your body tingles as his husky voice whispers into your ear. You know he just asked for your own sake, making sure you’re enjoying it too, but god, does it sound like music to your ears.

"Keep doing it,” you mumble. Your lips part slightly, a quiet and small moan coming from your mouth as he thrusts into you with a little more force and a slightly faster pace.

"So good. Taking me so well,” he says quietly, a slight rasp in his voice. You clench around him over his praises, and you feel yourself longing for more of his words when you fall back into silence again.

You let your hand explore it's way over his skin more, realizing that you haven't been responding to his gestures as much as he deserves. You run your nails gently down his back, not so it creates marks or presses into his skin, just so he feels their presence. The gesture results in his fingers increasing their pressure and pace on your clit, and you arch your back slightly over the new wave of pleasure building up inside of you.

"God, Steve. I think I'm close,” you whisper, wanting to communicate with him. You’ve been quiet for the most part.

"Come for me, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your ear.

His words alone are enough for the coil in your lower stomach to erupt, and with heavy breaths and clenching walls around his cock you feel the orgasm coursing through you. You subconsciously grip onto his arms a little tighter, needing some kind of anchor as his thrusts help you through your high. It's not as big as the previous one, but it's enough to leave you panting and oversensitive to his movements.

His hand has pulled away from between your legs and are now roaming around your torso, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.

With a loud moan he shoots his load into the condom, riding out his orgasm with a last few pumps. He hovers above you, both hands on either side of your head as he breathes heavily. His eyes are closed, and you take the opportunity to admire him above you. His lips are red, a hint of sweat glistening underneath his hairline. A small smile creeps up on his lips as he opens his eyes, and you look away immediately to avoid eye contact.

"You did so good,” he says, pressing a small peck to your forehead. “Took what I gave you so well, sweetheart.”

You smile lightly, but your face quickly turns into a frown as he pulls out of you. A wince escapes you as you feel the absence of him bringing on a slight burn in between your thighs.

"Where you this good in the 40s too?" You breathe out, still slightly panting. You didn't know sex was this tiring.

Steve blushes slightly, shaking his head in amusement while moving away from his position above you, climbing off the bed and begins walking towards the bathroom.

"Virgin until 95, remember?" He says.

"Thank you for doing this, Steve,” you say, glancing over at him as he discards the condom in the bathroom.

"My pleasure. Literally,” he says. He's already joking, while you’re exhausted. He comes back into the bedroom, walking over to his closet and pulls out a pair of sweatpants as you stay in your position on the bed.

You pull your legs over the edge of the bed, biting your lip to hold back the winces wanting to roll off your tongue. You feel overwhelmingly exposed, maybe even vulnerable, as you make your way to the bathroom, completely naked.

It's a tad colder in the bathroom, where the warm air from your intimate contact hasn't reached. Slight shivers spread through your body as you gently close the door behind you, leaning against it while giving out a sigh. It was so good. So, so good, and Steve was absolutely perfect. Caring, listening to your needs and somehow knew what you wanted without even a word escaping your lips. And still, you can't help but feel...sad.

You knew this was going to happen. You still did it, and you can't act like you’re surprised that this is how you’re feeling. You knew that you would long for his touch, for his affection, even though it's not yours to receive. You knew that you wouldn't be able to act the same around him after this.

What you didn't know, was that it would hit you so soon. You’re standing in his bathroom, only two minutes after, with waves of emotions crashing through you like a freight train. It's almost laughable, how you tried to convince yourself you didn't have feelings for him before this happened. Like this would magically make them appear, when they were already there from the beginning.

"Steve?" You ask quietly through the door after spending almost 10 minutes drowning in your own emotions. Your voice is barely above a whisper, but you know he can hear you.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, and you can tell he's walking closer to the door.

"Yes, yes. Could I just get my clothes?" You ask, leaning the side of your head against the door.

"Sure,” Steve answers.

Only a few seconds later you can feel his presence right outside the door. You open it slightly, just enough for your hand to stick out to receive the clothes.

"You know I just had you naked underneath me for half an hour, right?" Steve chuckles. You take in a shaky breath, trying to lighten up your mood.

"Yeah, I know,” you say quietly through the door crack, before closing it again.

When you step out fully dressed after a few minutes, Steve is sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly lost in thought. The tension in the air is evident, though you suspect most of it is coming from you. He looks up at you through his long lashes, scanning over your face to read your expression, just like he always does when he suspects something is wrong.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Steve speaks up, standing from his sitting position on the bed before he’s walking towards you.

"Yes, Steve,” you sigh with a small smile on your lips. "I promise. Everything's fine, it was great. Relax, golden boy,” you say, biting your lip slightly to suppress the small giggle that's threatening to escape.

He hums, still in thought. Either he doesn't believe you, or he's having regrets about what you just did. Both of the options tightens your chest painfully.

"I think I'm going to go back to my place,” you say and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, holding it there for just a second before taking a step back and turning around towards his door.

"Y/n, wait-" Steve starts saying just as you reach the door. You turn around slowly, resting your hand on the doorhandle. "Just...tell me if you need anything,” he says, and you nod slightly before walking out.

It seemed like he was going to say something else, but changed his mind just before opening his mouth. You’ve been there a few times yourself.

The walk back is embarrassing, even though you have nothing to be embarrassed of. For everyone else it seems like you’re strutting through the hallways like any other night, but you know you just had sex for the first time, but only as a favor. God, Steve Rogers, out of all people. Unattainable, America's golden boy, out of reach from most, and definitely out of reach from you.

And while you know the situation is very bizarre considering his entire demeanor and reputation, because he offered it himself, you know things could never go further between you than that. You had sex, as friends, and now you don't think you’ll ever be able to allow another man to take up the space he occupies.

The things he said into your ear, the way he touched you like you were fragile and something worthy of gentleness, how his tongue moved across your core like a man starved. How can you move on from that? From him?

You have to. The plan even before tonight was to hook up with strangers until the need from Steve disappears, until you can get what you want from someone else. But you don't just want sex. You want him, the entirety of him. You want him to be yours, to be able to cherish the man that is Steve Rogers and give him everything he deserves from the world that has failed him multiple times.

You slam your head into the wall as soon as you enter your room, groaning out of frustration over the entire situation. You’re going to have to pretend to be your old, happy self around him, like what you just did doesn't affect you and your entire friendship. Pretend like your feelings aren't there, like you don't adore him with everything you have.

And pretend you do, all week. Every time you end up with Steve in a room, you force yourself to put on a smile and act normal. But something is off between you, and you felt it from the moment you left his room last Friday. Each time you slip into conversation, it's like something switches in Steve after a few minutes, like he's reminded of what you did and merely the thought disgusts him. He closes off, begins to stutter on his words and speak with unfinished sentences. It breaks your heart, and you’ve realized that it was a bad choice. A really bad choice sleeping with him. You kind of knew what you were getting yourself into, but it seems like Steve wasn't prepared for the tension between you afterwards.

The only thing keeping you from completely detoriating and going into hibernation is the party Tony is throwing tomorrow, celebrating god knows what. Maybe it's his pool boy's mother's birthday this time. The excuses are always there, although never particularly good. But if you can get through to it, you can maybe find someone to bring home with you and then feel bad about that instead of the situation with Steve.

Wanda has been bugging you all day about helping her pick out clothes for tomorrow. She's the only person even near your age in this entire compund, and the poor girl is still so innocent despite everything she has been through, despite losing so many people she loved dearly. On the battlefield she is filled with rage, but at home in safety, you could swear she's still as sweet as a child. It makes you so glad when she gets excited for things, that you can't help but ride on her wave of excitment just for a few days.

God, now that you’re sitting on her bed watching as she rummages through her surprisingly extensive closet, there is nothing more you want to do than confess everything that happened between you and Steve. You almost do, before you realize that it would be so wrong for her to realize what you’ve done. The man is over a decade older than you. No, scratch that—a century. He's kind of your superior, and don't even get you started on the fact that he is Captain fucking America.

He casually took you through your first encounter with sex barely a week ago. You trust Wanda, you do, you just don't know what she will think of you if you tell her. Will she go to Tony and then somehow have you fired? Will she ever look at you the same way again?

"Y/n, I don't appreciate your looming thoughts clouding the room. There's no point in hiding things from me,” Wanda says with a frown, sounding stern and concerned at the same time. You look up at her with a hesitant expression, before returning your stare to the floor.

"I don't know, Wanda. I-i'ts fucked up this whole thing,” you say quietly, avoiding her burning gaze. "It's unprofessional confiding things like this to you."

"We're long past professional at this point, Y/n. We have been for quite a few months, actually. I'd like to consider myself your friend, and I'm concerned. You have been acting strange all week,” she says, sitting down on the bed beside you. You bury your face in your hands with a groan, leaning your elbows on your knees.

"I don't know what to do,” you almost sob, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Wanda's hand rests gently on your back, encouraging you to continue. "I'm so fucking stupid, going around falling in love with someone I'll never have."

"It's Steve, right?" She asks softly. You snap your head up with your lips parted, staring at her in shock.

"What? No-" You start.

"You don't have to lie to me, I've seen the way you look at him,” Wanda says.

"It’s so dumb. I don't even know how I got here, but something happened between us last week and now everything's weird and tense,” you say while a stray tear falls down your cheek. Like a fucking stupid girl in a cliché movie. "I think he regrets it,” you sigh.

"Now, I don't know what happened between you two, but like hell he regrets doing anything with you,” Wanda says, her voice slightly sterner than before. You almost giggle when you hear the curse slip out of her mouth. It's an unusual occurence. "Anyone would be lucky to be with you, and while I'm not particularly fond of you being with a man that much older than you, I know that Steve is a good man. And as a good man he should know your value. If he can't appreciate that he doesn't deserve you."

"But he hasn't done anything wrong. It was casual, what we did. No strings attached. I went and fucked things up with my feelings,” you say quietly.

"I think you should talk to him, figure out what he feels about the situation. Maybe he feels the same way,” she says while rubbing the palm of her hand up and down your sweater-clad back.

"There's no way. I'm not going to talk to him and he would never feel the same way, so I think I'm just gonna drink myself stupid and go home with some random guy at the party tomorrow,” you sigh while tugging at the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

"We both know that's a horrible idea, but if that's what you want to do I'm not going to stop you." She chuckles. "And Tony would kill you if you got drunk. I think you not drinking until you're 21 is the only responsibility he has taken seriously for the entire time I've known him."

"Yeah, well his bartenders are the ones who keep serving me,” you sniffle.

"Let's pick out something for you to wear too, huh? Make the Captain realize what he's missing."

"So much for Tony's mission to stop me from drinking,” you say while clinking your glass against Wanda's, earning a glare from the redheaded woman.

Your eyes quickly avert her gaze, flickering over the crowd while straightening your dress. While the tight dress looks quite pretty on you, it rides up constantly. You’ve been well on your way to flashing several party-goers many times in the past two hours, both while dancing and sneaking drinks from the bar.

"I think you should take a break. And have you spoken to Steve yet?" She asks while patting your hair, fixing a stray lock that's been messed up during the evening.

"No. Not planning on either,” you say with a hiccup. "Do you think that guy would go home with me? I'm pretty enough for a one night stand, right?" You continue while pointing at a tall guy in his mid-20s, resting against the bar counter with a smirk on his face.

"Y/n,” Wanda says with a warning tone in her voice.

"I think I'm gonna talk to him,” you say, trying to wrestle your hand out of Wanda's grip.

"I'll tell Tony,” she says, prompting you to turn around with a pout.

"You wouldn't,” you gasp.

"I definitely would, especially if you go bother that handsome man. At least find Steve first, let him know how you feel. Nothing good will come out of this, you'll only make yourself more miserable,” Wanda says softly.

You avert your eyes to your shoes, trying to avoid the truths coming out of her mouth. You know she's right, but you’re a coward and you’d rather regret sleeping with a random guy in the morning than get rejected by the man you’re in love with.

"I'm sorry,” you say while giving Wanda an apologetic smile, before turning around and heading for the handsome stranger at the bar.

It's like the man could tell that you were walking towards him, because while you’re halfway there his eyes lock with yours, before wandering down your body. A smirk adorns his face, and despite the small discomfort it brings you, you continue your walk towards him. It's so unlike you, just walking up to a guy like this. You’ve barely flirted with someone before, and now you’re going to coerce this man to take you home? Drunk you does stupid things.

"I'm not gonna lie, I had eyes on you all night,” he says when you come up to the bar, wearing a shy smile on your face. Your confidence withered with every step, but his statement rebuilds it slowly. He thinks you’re hot?

"Well, lucky me,” you say, leaning against the bar while tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"I'm Jake,” he says, reaching his hand out with the smirk still plastered on his face. This might be easier than you thought.

"Pleasure to meet you, Jake. I'm Y/n,” you say, grabbing his hand in return. It's clammy, and the contact sends unpleasant shivers down your spine. Are you really doing this? Yes. Yes, you are. You’re doing it, no matter how much you wanna back down right now.

"Let me buy you a drink. What do you want, kitten?" Jake says while turning his body towards the bartender on the other side of the counter, who visibly winces when the pet name falls out of Jake's mouth. Not much unlike you.

"A Cosmo, extra lemon slice on the side,” you say, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"Nah, something stronger to celebrate the occasion. Four tequila shots, please,” he says to the bartender, who gives him a very unsubtle side eye. You gulp, wanting to curse out Jake for completely disregarding your wishes. It'll make it easier tomorrow when leaving the douchebag.

His hand sneaks its way to the small of your back while you watch the bartender pour up the liquid in four small glasses. It doesn't feel entirely wrong, which is a step forward if anything. You can't help but wonder how it would feel if it was Steve instead. He's done that a few times before, always the gentleman, while walking with you somewhere. The four shots is almost slammed onto the counter with lime and salt on the side, and you waste no time gulping your two shots down.

"It's hot, seeing a girl taking her shots so well,” Jake says while shamelessly ogling you. You force a smile onto your face, nodding slightly.

"Huh, I'll make sure to memorize that for the future,” you answer.

While you’ve grown to despise this Jake guy during these past few minutes, you’re not gonna lie and say that you completely despise the attention he's giving you. You’ve never had someone so clearly show interest in you before, even if it's obviously only for what you could give him. "So, Jake..." You say while resting your hand on his bicep, attempting to somehow seduce him with your severly inexperienced flirting skills.

"Hm, kitten?" Jake urges on, lowering his hand from your back until it squeezes your ass through the tight material of your dress.

"Should we head out of here?" You ask, ignoring the voice in your head screaming at you that this is a bad idea.

"I thought you'd never ask." Jake smirks, biting his bottom lip. His hand moves from your ass to your arm, tugging you away from the bar towards the door.

"Wait,” you say, stopping him slightly. "I need to get my bag."

"Oh, sure. I'll come with you." He nods, and you turn around before he can get the chance to grab your arm again.

You lead him through the thick crowd towards the seating area where you know Wanda will be sitting with your small handbag, containing your phone and keys. You saw her earlier, talking with Tony, Sam and Rhodey. An unusal quartet, but probably enjoyable nonetheless. You almost find yourself wishing you could join them too, but you’re doing this.

"Y/n! I haven't seen you all night,” Tony almost shouts happily when he sees you approaching.

"Hi, Tony,” you say, biting your lip nervously when you feel Jake's hand taking a hold of yours. Tony's smile falters when he sees the contact, and his face quickly turns into a confused frown.

"Who's this guy?" Sam asks, wearing the same expression as Tony. Though even in your drunken state you can tell it holds just the tiniest bit of resentment towards the unkown guy by your side.

"This is Jake,” you say quickly. "I was just getting my bag,” you continue while stepping towards Wanda who holds it in her hand. She gives you a dissapointed glare as she hands it over, and you meet it for just a second before averting your gaze.

"You going somewhere?" Sam asks again, continuing what could turn into an interrogation if you don't leave soon.

"I'll be back tomorrow,” you say quickly, ignoring and answering his question simultaneously.

"Hey, hey, hey. Wait a second,” Tony says, putting his drink down on the table. "Who are you?" His stare flickers over Jake, while a protective glare etches onto his face.

"Tony,” you warn. "I'm leaving now. Call if you need anything,” you say and turn around, tugging the suddenly quiet Jake with you.

"Stay safe, kid,” Rhodey calls from his seat on the couch. You turn around and give him an appreciative smile, as he is the only one who seemingly supports your little adventure. From the corner of your eye you can see Sam rising from his seat, but after getting several feet into the thick crowd away from your colleagues, you can tell that he isn't following you.

Throughout the hours the room has become more packed with people you both work with and complete strangers, pressing up against each other as the music blares loudly. You’ll never know how Tony manages to lure in this many people without alerting the entire city, but you curse him for it right now as you and Jake try to wrangle yourselves through the crowd. Sweaty and warm bodies accidentally bump into you as Jake's hand holds a steady grip around your wrist. You can barely see anything, even though you’re fairly tall on your heels.

The thick gathering of bodies thin out the closer you get to one of the exits, and you finally take a deep breath as you manage to get yourselves out into the lobby where the air seems lighter and much less suffocating. A few people still lounge out in the spacious halls, but the distance is enough to get through without having to shove them aside. Jake's hand still holds a tight grip around your wrist, like if he held you any looser you could bolt any second. The light is very unwelcome, and you almost have to squint to keep yourself from tearing up at the uncomfortable contact with your eyes.

As you near the exit, you give appreciative nods to the security guards lining the doors, which are returned with familiar smiles. Jake doesn't acknowledge them, but you didn't really expect anything else from an entitled asshole like him. You’re glad you will probably never see him again after tonight. Geez, at least pretend to be a little more excited, Y/n.

The warm summer air hits you as soon as you step outside, while the darkness surrounds you. The spotlights installed all around the compound lights up the beautifully constructed parking lot. You think the Avengers compound parking lot is the only beautiful parking lot in the world. You didn't know parking lots could be beautiful until you started living here. And now you’re thinking about parking lots instead of the guy you’re about to hook up with.

You barely get ten feet outside before you feel a hand at your shoulder, drastically turning you around to meet the face. You furrow your brows in confusion as you see Steve in front of you. Jake stops as well, and you can feel him gripping your wrist slightly tighter as he sees the great Captain America in front of you.

"Steve?" You ask hesitantly.

"What are you doing?" Steve asks with a stern face. "Sam told me you were leaving,” he says, and you realize that's what Sam was doing when he left the seating area earlier. Why would he tell Steve you were leaving?

"I mean, yeah...I am,” you say, confused over Steve's sudden need to know where you’re going. You turn to Jake, seeing him with a mixed expression of slight intimidation and irritation. "You go ahead to the taxi, I'll catch up,” you say softly, though you’d rather punch him in the face for the assholey things he's said the past 15 minutes. Jake reluctantly releases his hold around you and turns around with a scoff, walking towards one of the countless taxis parked around the compound.

Steve looks at Jake as he walks away with a glare, while you look at Steve with a confused expression. It's like Steve straightened his back as soon as he caught eyes with Jake, like the giant he already is isn't enough to intimidate anyone on this earth.

"What do you want, Steve?" You ask softly with a sigh. He immediately tears his gaze away from Jake, softening until his blue eyes shine through the darkness, boring into your soul. You have to force yourself from falling at his feet and kissing them, confessing your undying love and loyalty to the man in front of you.

"Don't go home with him,” Steve says, while his chest moves up and down like he just ran over here. Steve never gets flustered by running.

"What?" You ask quietly, looking at him with shock written on your face.

"Please…just, don't. Don't have sex with anyone else. I don't want you to have sex with him,” he says, and you furrow your brows as he speaks.

"Steve-"

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since last week,” he blurts out. Your heart stops completely. "Do you have any idea of how much I've thought about that moment, when I could finally get my hands on you? And then it happened, and I…” Steve trails off.

"What are you saying?" You ask timidly. If this is anything other than a confession of his feelings you think you might cry. By the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes, you think you will anyway.

"I've been forced to watch you with that punk, treating you like dirt. You know he didn't even hold the door open for you? You don't deserve that,” Steve rambles, and a small smile sneaks up on your lips over his gentlemanly thoughts.

"I really like you. A lot. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner, but I just…couldn't. I couldn't do that to you, confess my feelings and lay all that weight on you while being your superior. And you're so young, god, I know it's wrong. I might go to hell over this, but I have to know if you want this." He looks up at you, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stand still, unable to move your lips to get out the words desperate to escape. "Please tell me you feel the same,” he pleads.

The words seem to be unable to leave your mouth, so without second thought you retort to the only thing your mind can comprehend doing. Your hands cup his face, as you stand on your tiptoes to pull his face down into a soft kiss. It's quick and gentle, but you just needed to assure him that his instincts weren't wrong.

You pull away slightly, your faces mere inches from each other. Steve lets out an exhale, like he held pounds of tension in his body. You smile lightly, resting your forehead against his while calming your own breaths down. Your hands don't leave his face, needing to feel him for just a while longer.

"Steve, I'm head over heels for you,” you breathe out. A small chuckle escapes his lips, and if it isn't the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, then you don't know what is. Steve's hands sneak their way to your waist, pulling you into another bruising kiss.

"Hey! What the hell!?" A male voice interrupts your spontaneous make out session, and you involuntary pull away from Steve's lips to see who the voice belongs to. You giggle slightly as you realize it belongs to Jake. You glance up at Steve after a few seconds before turning your body towards Jake.

"Sorry! I'm kind of occupied!" You shout, your voice carrying through the parking lot to the poor guy. Okay, poor guy is an overstatement. He was a dick. Jake throws his hands up in the air, and you can almost hear the curses falling from his lips.

"Why don't you ditch that punk and let me take you home instead?" Steve smirks and presses another quick peck to your lips. You giggle into the kiss, nodding while smiling so much your cheeks hurt.

"Are you insinuating something, Rogers?" You say with a playful grin. "Haven't even taken me out to dinner.." You shake your head, smiling like an idiot.

"Very funny, sweetheart. Any other night I'd gladly bring you to my bed, but someone's just a little drunk,” Steve says, holding his hands protectively around your waist. A pout creeps up on your face, prompting a sweet chuckle to escape from Steve's lips. The most beautiful pair of lips you’ve ever laid eyes on.

"You're lucky I have a sweet spot for you, Steve Rogers."

"I don't think I've ever been more glad to have a sweet spot in someone." He chuckles, earning a bright smile from your tipsy state.

"You're so weird." You giggle.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me take my girl home now, will you?" Steve asks, while leading you inside again.

"I'd let you take me anywhere, Steve Rogers."

[thesugarclubs-blog]

The Boyfriend - AU Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: sick/comfort, sick OC, warm cuddles, sweet soft Steve

word count: 7.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/story/326693058-the-boyfriend

Masterlist

Steve pulled his bag out of the back of Sam’s truck and let out a deep sigh as he waved him and Bucky off. Their boy's fishing weekends were always fun, but as much as he loved them, getting home to see his girl was always his favorite part. He swung his bag over his shoulder and pushed his sunglasses up into his short golden hair, as a soft smile graced his lips. 

Home sweet home.

Since retiring as Captain America and passing the mantle onto Sam, Steve had begun to enjoy life. He started working at the VA and doing his best to figure out who he was outside of being a war hero. It was difficult for him, still seeing Bucky and Sam leap into action whenever a call came and not being there to help, but both of them assured him that it was for the best. That he actually deserved this chance to live his life. 

Tony had set him up back in Brooklyn with a two-bedroom apartment, and as much as Steve argued with him, the papers had already been signed. He made his way up to the second floor, digging his key into the door, and swinging it open. 

He was met with the sound of a deep, raspy cough drifting from the kitchen as he stepped into the home. Glancing around, he saw blankets piled on the couch, with two boxes of tissues on the coffee table. Steve placed his bag on the ground and threw his keys onto the table next to the door as he pushed it shut. 

“Sutton?” He called, walking into the kitchen and seeing his girlfriend sitting on the cold tile floor, holding her head. He rushed over and knelt beside her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Baby, what happened? Are you okay?” 

“I just wanted tea” She groaned, dropping her hands and leaning her head back against the cupboards. “Then I got light-headed, and the floor seemed nice and cold, so now here we are… Hi,” She smiled weakly at him. 

“C’mere,” he said gently, reaching out to wrap his arms around her but she batted them away.

“Nooo,” she croaked, “don’t get any closer!”

She tried to scoot across the floor to put some distance between them but failed miserably as her feet skidded ineffectively against the tiles.

Steve saw tears gather in her eyes. She looked so tired and weak. Sutton rarely got sick, she hated even the thought of having to stay still all day because of it. Despite the worry that flooded him when he saw her in that state, it came as no surprise that he found her sitting on the kitchen floor because she refused to lie down even for a few minutes. 

"You're not feeling well, baby, and I don't want you sitting on the cold floor. At least let me get you in our bed or on the couch. I'll make you some tea, okay?" He looked into her teary eyes, his voice soft. He knew what she was like when she was sick.

“I really can do it myself,” Sutton grumbled. 

He chuckled and cupped her cheek. 

“Always so stubborn.”

She pouted, her nose scrunching up and a disgruntled groan rumbled in her chest. And then she began to cough. 

“Shit.”

Steve sighed and scooped her up off of the floor, carrying her toward the living room.

“Language, young lady.”

“You weren’t complaining the other night,” she quipped. 

It was Steve’s turn to grumble and Sutton began to laugh, but that quickly turned into another cough as he set her down, wrapped her in a blanket and kissed her forehead. He smiled at her. Even when she was sick, she was still the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on.

“Let me go make you that tea sweetheart,” Steve murmured, standing up straight. He went to the kitchen, quickly assembled a mug of tea, and brought it back to Sutton. 

“Thanks, Steve,” she croaked as she inhaled the steam, cradling the hot mug in her cold hands.

He smiled warmly at her, his eyes running over her flushed face in concern as she slowly took small sips from her tea, careful not to burn her tongue. 

"You're very welcome, sweets." He replied to her, running his fingers over her cheeks slowly to savor the feel of her skin under his before heading to their bedroom to change quickly and bring her a warmer knit sweater of his to help her warm up.

Sweater in tow, he made his way back to the couch and sat next to her. He took the cup from her hands and placed it on the coffee table before helping her into the sweater. 

Steve ran his hands through her hair, pushing back some strands that had popped out of her loose bun. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick, baby?" 

"I didn't wanna ruin your guy's weekend over some silly flu," she whispered, peering up at him through her lashes.

“You could never ruin anything sweetheart. You always come first” Steve replied as he lay back against the couch and gestured for her to snuggle up to him.

Steve smiled softly, watching as Sutton curled into his side still wrapped in the blanket. As she settled he ran his fingers gently through her hair, careful not to tug strands from her mussed bun. 

He heard a soft raspy sigh come from her lips, watching her eyes flutter close for a moment. 

“Stop staring at me.” She warned, feigning annoyance but he could see the small corner of her mouth turn upwards ever so slightly. 

“Can't help it,” he whispered.

Time seemed to slow as they cuddled on the couch, Sutton’s heavy breaths laced with wheezes that led to more coughs and muttered curses. 

“Have you napped today?” Steve asked softly as Sutton buried herself further into his side. 

“No,” she replied, voice thick as she sniffled, “ugh, I just wanna be able to breathe!” 

The words caught in her throat as she coughed again. 

“Okay, up you get.” Steve peeled himself away from her and held his hands out. When she didn’t move, seemingly at one with the couch, he hauled her into his arms and carried her through the apartment.

“Where we goin’?”

"You, my love are going in the bathtub. I'm gonna wrap you up in bed while I fill the tub with some eucalyptus Epsom salts. " Steve brushed a stray hair out of her face as he carefully placed her under the blanket like she was the most precious thing in the world. Which to him, she was.

Steve walked away from her hesitantly, peering back over his shoulder to sneak a look at his girl. His heart squeezed tightly in his chest knowing she was sick, sometimes he hated the serum coursing through his veins. He could feel the memories surfacing, he flexed his hands as he made his way into the bathroom trying to shake off the guilt and grief. He couldn't stand watching the people he loved get sick when he couldn't do a damn thing about it, it wasn't a bad guy he could throw in jail or a god he could go toe to toe with. 

He inhaled sharply, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms before he popped the top two buttons of his shirt. Kneeling down he ran the tub, as hot as he thought she could stand. He lit a few of the candles on the sink, brought a new cup of tea and pulled out her favorite shampoo, the bottle she hid for special occasions because it was expensive and Steve loved the sweet peachy smell of it. His dog tags bounced against his chest as he made his way back to her, still tucked in bed, her tiny body racked with cold sweats and trembling under the blankets.

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss along her hairline. She grumbled, squeezing her eyes shut tighter. Steve’s heart felt like it was in a vice as he smoothed her hair out with his large hand. “My love,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s get you in the water.”

He picked her body up effortlessly, still wrapped in the blankets. She groaned as he sat her on the edge of the bed, carefully peeling some of the layers off her trembling body. 

Her skin was clammy and Steve felt tears sting the back of his eyes - the love of his life, struggling to keep her eyes open because she was too tired and sick. He needed to do everything he could to comfort her. 

His throat felt tight as he scooped Sutton into his arms, carrying her down the hall toward the bathroom. Setting her onto the edge of the bathtub, he knelt in front of her and grasped the hem of her t-shirt. 

"Arms up for me, sweetheart" Steve pulled it over her head, as she listened without hesitation. "Ok, hold onto my shoulders and stand up for me" 

Sutton let out a deep breath, placing her hands on him and standing up, using his large frame to steady herself, as he pulled her sweatpants and underwear down her legs. Her body let out a shiver, and Steve's heart twinged in his chest. 

Leaving her clothes in a puddle on the floor, he stood back up and helped her into the warm tub. Once she was settled, Steve sat back on the floor and scooped water onto her body. 

"How's that feel, baby? Are you warm enough?" He spoke softly, as a small smile graced Sutton's beautiful lips. 

She nodded and coughed again. "It's perfect, honey"

He smiled at her and kept scooping warm water onto her body and into her hair. She leaned back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the comfort.

Steve took her shampoo, put some of it into his hands and started massaging her scalp. It smelled good. Like her. Like home. 

After washing the shampoo out of her hair carefully, he stopped in his movements and looked at her. 

She noticed and opened her eyes to meet his blue ones. 

She smiled, “what?” 

“I missed you,” Steve said softly and leaned in to put a kiss on her lips. 

“Don’t kiss me. You’re going to get sick.” She coughed. 

“It’s worth it.” He smiled and brushed a thumb over her rosy cheek.

She giggled as his lips began to glide over hers. Steve missed kissing her. He told Bucky he couldn't wait to get home to her and Bucky elbowed him and called him "a goddamn sap." Maybe he is, but Sutton showed him just how soft and beautiful the world could be, even in all of its chaos.

He pulled back and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she whispered. "Tell me about your weekend. How's Sam? How's Buck?"

"Well, Bucky pushed Sam off the fishing boat for making fun of his hair, and then Sam pulled Bucky into the water and they spent 45 minutes screaming at each other about whose fault that was. And then they smelled like a cannery for the entire afternoon-- and then a fuse blew in the cabin we were staying in, so they fought about that..."

"We should get them a couple's therapy gift certificate for Christmas," Sutton chuckled.

Steve laughed as he grabbed the bottle of body wash and began to massage her shoulders.

"Yeah, that'd go over real well." He sighed. "I can't believe you didn't call me and tell me you were sick. I would have come home, sugar."

She rolled her eyes.

"You needed a day off. You never take days off."

“I never need a day off from you,” Steve murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Sutton’s head, feeling her muscles release beneath his hands. 

“You’re a sap, you know that?” Sutton said as she took one of Steve’s hands and pressed a kiss to his palm.

His eyes crinkled when he chuckled, he could feel a faint blush flooding his cheeks as he shyly shrugged a shoulder.

"I know. I can't help it when I'm here, with you." 

He pressed a kiss to her temple as he felt her lean more towards him, her eyes closed in contentment as she tried to breathe in the salts. 

"You feel any better, sweetheart? Anything I can do?" Steve whispered, placing a gentle finger under her chin to look into her eyes after a few minutes of basking in each other's presence.

"I am," she hummed, "thank you for this." 

"Anytime, my darling," he whispered with a smile. 

He ran his finger softly along her jaw before he stood, extending his hands to her. 

"Come here, let's get you dry and into some warm clothes."

Steve helped her out of the bathtub and wrapped her up in one of the fluffy towels and got her to sit on the toilet as he went into the bedroom and grabbed her some clothes. He came back with underwear, her favourite sweatpants, fuzzy socks and one of his soft hoodies. He helped her into all the clothes and he couldn’t help but chuckle at how his large hoodie engulfed her making her look so small. 

“Why are you laughing at me?” She asked her voice sounding a little less groggy

Steve dipped his head, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead. 

"You're swimming in that sweatshirt." He grinned, grabbing her towel and gently scrunching it around her wet hair. "It's cute," Steve pressed a kiss to the top of her head, "You're cute." 

Sutton's gaze glanced up at him, her dark eyes still tired but glinting against the soft glow of the bedroom lights. "Ditto, Rogers," She replied in a raspy whisper.

“You want me to blow dry your hair?” Steve asked, gently running his fingers through the damp strands, untangling it. “Probably shouldn’t leave it wet for too long, sugar.” 

“Um…” Sutton sniffled, blinking up at Steve with wide eyes, suddenly dewy with tears.

“Hey, hey… what’s wrong?” Steve crouched down in front of her, hands on her thighs and his heart tight in his chest as he watched her lip tremble. 

“It’s stupid,” she replied through a shaky breath, “big ol’ Captain America offering to blow dry my hair and it makes me wanna cry,” she sobbed. 

"Hey, hey, my love. It's not stupid. I would love to do it. Now come on up." He sat down on the bed and patted his lap as he plugged the dryer into the plug next to the nightstand. Carefully he began brushing her hair while he moved the dryer around.

"Hey, Steve?" Sutton formed a question when the dryer was turned off.

"Yes, my love?" he cupped her cheek, so his thumb was resting on her soft skin.

"Thank you for loving me." She almost whispered.

"Easiest job I've ever had, angel." He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. 

He stared at her with her big, exhausted brown eyes as he ran the brush through her hair as gently as he could. He secretly wished she would ask him to do this more often, it seemed stupid to her but he loved running his hands through her thick red hair. Each brush through sent that sweet, peachy smell up into his nose making his chest feel light and his mind dizzy. 

When it was dry he climbed around on the bed behind her, settling down against her back. She was still running a fever but there wasn't much he could do about it. He started slowly and carefully running his fingers through the hair and parting it like Nat had shown him. His heart squeezed as he thought about her. He worked his fingers methodically, roping the strands over and under each other. 

"That feels so good I might fall asleep," she cooed, leaning back against him as he looped the elastic around the end of the braid. 

"You need the sleep," he hummed, tucking his hands around her until his fingers pressed against the opposite sides he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. He kissed the hot skin of her throat, "I'm not going anywhere, take a nap and later I'll make us dinner."

"The last time you cooked baby, you blew up the microwave," she started to laugh but it turned into a harsh throaty cough. 

"How was I supposed to know that spoons don't go inside?" He rubbed his fingers against her rib cage, trying to soothe her.

Sutton groaned, arching her back and pushing herself further into his touch. Steve felt his breath hitch. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His entire body ached with the need to care for her. 

He continued rubbing his calloused fingers into the soft skin around her rib cage, wrapping them around the curve of her side. She was so soft and warm underneath his sweatshirt - he was worried he might actually melt away. He nuzzled his nose further into her neck and Sutton immediately started coughing.

Steve kept his hold on her as coughs wracked her fragile frame. “It’s okay my love, I’ve got you.”

When Sutton's cough subsided, she let out a pained groan, nuzzling herself into Steve as she sniffled, "I hate this. Make it go away" She mumbled. 

A breathy laugh left Steve's lips, as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, moving his hand to tuck a stray piece of fiery red hair behind her ear. "Believe me, I really wish I could" He whispered into her hair. "I'm gonna grab you the Tylenol and heat up your tea okay? Do you need anything else?" 

"Don't leave me... please" She spoke softly. 

"I'm just going to the kitchen, I will be right back I promise" Steve smoothed out her hair, and shifted himself from behind her. When she scooted herself down to lay on the pillow, he pressed his lips into a thin line and pulled the blanket up over her body.

She groaned and Steve smiled, heading to the kitchen to stick her tea in the microwave and fish the Tylenol out of the little plastic container that sat on top of the fridge. He looked out the window at the leaves falling gently from the trees and smiled to himself. As much as he missed the thrill of the fight, it was nothing compared to being at home with Sutton. They read together on the couch with her little body tucked against his. Sometimes she smacked him while Steve used the back of her head as a makeshift table to do crosswords. He loved the sound of her laugh.

"Steve!" Her raspy voice cracked as she cried out for him. "I miss you!"

He chuckled as the microwave beeped and he filled up a small glass with water and headed back into the bedroom, handing her liquids and the Tylenol. She popped two of them and slumped against the pillows, reaching out for him with both hands. He chuckled, unable to resist as he slid into bed next to her and grabbed her tablet off of the nightstand.

"If you start watching baseball, I'm going to lick every item you own," she threatened.

"I'm not!" He laughed as he loaded up one of her favorite romcoms. "See? I'm behaving myself."

"A rare occurrence," she whispered as he kissed the tip of her nose.

Steve just smiled and tucked her into his chest, wrapping his strong arms around her ill body. He couldn’t stop his smile when Sutton started quoting the movie along with it, at her favorite parts. 

“I can practically feel you grinning, Steve,” she rasped, turning to face him. 

“What, I can’t smile when my girl’s being cute?”

"I'm not cute," she turned to him with a pout that only proved his point, "I'm sick," Sutton told him with a sniffle and tired eyes looking up at him.

His heart couldn't handle the sight of her like this, Steve wished he could swap places with her and be the bedridden one. His body could take it. Sutton was the strongest woman he knew but still, her body wasn't built as his. 

"Oh, baby.." he cooed at her while his arms tightened around her and his face buried in her neck, "you're the cutest and I love you," he placed a kiss on her warm shoulder in between murmurs, "so, so much." 

"I love you too, Steve." 

Steve smiled into her neck, placing one last kiss there before maneuvering her on her back so he could get up, wrapping her up in a fortress of blankets.

"I'm gonna go make you some soup."

He wandered into the kitchen and pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup from the cupboard, getting everything ready to heat it up on the stove. His mind drifted while he waited for the soup to cook, turning to the dish rack to grab a bowl to pour it into. A bubbling sound pulled him from his thoughts and he turned only to find the soup had boiled over the top of the pot. 

“Great,” he said under his breath. “How do you feel about a grilled cheese sandwich instead of soup?” He called back into the bedroom.

"With no crusts?" He heard her rasp down the hallway followed by a soft cough that made him wince. 

When the coughing stopped he smiled, "With no crusts." He repeated in confirmation. Steve set the overflowed pan into the sink, before turning to the fridge and grabbing every cheese he could find. Checking to make sure it was still good before grabbing the butter and bread. 

He found the frying pan he knew she always used to make herself the sandwich and set it on the stove, turning the burner on low before beginning to assemble everything.

The apartment fell quiet as Steve set to work, one ear on Sutton and the quiet thud of her heart. He was sure to cut more of the sharp cheddar she loved and with the sandwich built, a gentle sizzle filled the room as he placed the bread butter side down and waited for it to crisp. 

As much as Sutton was sick, and he absolutely hated it, this was what drove him to retire. The time he had gained, a home life, the ability to actually be there for the person he loved the most. It was like with his life quieting down into sweet domesticity, so had his mind. It wasn’t until he actually got this life that he realized how much he needed it.

Lost in thought, the smell of burnt bread filled his nose.

"Shit." He said loud enough that he was sure the downstairs neighbor heard him curse.

"Language." he heard Sutton's hoarse voice call from the bedroom.

A smile spread on his lips. Damn you, Tony. That would never ever die down.

"How do you feel..." he called again to the bedroom dumping the grilled cheese into the trash can.

"The menu for the Thai place is on the fridge," Sutton called out. He turned to pull the menu from the fridge, flipping it over he considered it. 

"I saved the world...more than once..." He sighed, flipping a towel over his shoulder and turned back to the stove. He pulled a fresh can from the cupboard and opened it. He focused this time, he wouldn't let the soup win. He left it on low heat, talking to himself as he started the process of making her a new sandwich. 

"Did you slip and fall? Press your life alert button," Sutton teased padding from the bedroom wrapped in a blanket. Her smile softened as she saw him remaking her dinner. She fumbled her steps, clearly dizzy from getting up Steve watched her pensively through his lashes, "How am I supposed to tease you when you're being so sweet."

"Sit down," he pointed while he flipped the grilled cheese in the pan. "If I lose my focus the stove wins," he mumbled.

"Don't tell me what to do" She grumbled, leaning against the door frame. "Babe, I really appreciate the sentiment but I'm fine with takeout! I like this apartment and you with eyebrow, you don't have to fight with the stove" She giggled. 

Steve let out a deep breath and clenched his jaw as he stared, his eyes dancing between the sandwich and the soup. "No. I'm cooking for you" He said sternly, pointing the spatula at the meal. "I can do this all day"

He could hear in his mind Bucky and Sam making fun of him. Going from fighting literal aliens to arguing with a kitchen appliance but he didn't mind. He would make 100 grilled cheeses if it meant making Sutton feel better, or even just making her smile. 

Sutton waltzed across the kitchen and wrapped her blanketed arms around his waist and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, "Yeah you tell 'em, Cap"

“Sweetheart, I love you but…Go. Sit. Down.” he pointed at one of the kitchen chairs with his spatula.

Sutton raised her blanket-wrapped hands in defence and shuffled over to the table. He stared after her for a second before shaking himself and turning back to the stove. The bread had taken on that golden-toasted aroma and he knew it was just right. He flipped the sandwich onto a plate and grinned in triumph.

He placed the plate down in front of her and put his hands on his hips. 

"How's that?" He asked as she bit into it, her eyes rolling back in her head. 

"Fogood," she muttered with a mouthful of food. 

Steve felt incredibly proud of himself. He could be domestic, despite Bucky teasingly telling him otherwise. That guy only ate takeout and frozen pizzas. As Steve beamed and watched her devour the sandwich, the smoke alarm started going off. He jumped up and ran toward the stove as smoke seeped out from beneath the burner.

"SHITSHITSHITSHIT!"

"Language, Captain!"

Steve let out a high-pitched yelp as the pot burst into flames and he tossed it into the sink, running the water immediately. Sutton was doubled over laughing, her face red as he slumped against the counter and wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand.

Steve's shoulders slumped in defeat before he left the kitchen, grabbing the handful of take-out menus on his way to his laughing beauty. 

"I saved the world ya' know?" He grumbled when he sat down next to her.

"I know baby, it's okay. Not everyone is made for the kitchen." Sutton pouted teasingly at him watching him grab the phone and look through the menus.

"Yeah, yeah.." Steve rolled his eyes playfully at the redhead before pulling her into his side and tightening his arm around her.

"Come on, tell me what you want to eat so we can order and I'll wrap you in a blanket burrito after, that sounds good to you sweets?" He handed her a couple of menus in her hands.

"It sounds perfect to me," she whispered to him before starting to look through them.

Once the food was ordered Steve guided Sutton to the couch again so they could snuggle up as they waited for the food. Sutton curled up into Steve. 

“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend? I truly am the luckiest girl in the world” she yawned. 

“I think it’s me that is the luckiest guy in the world” Steve responded only to notice that she had fallen asleep in his arms.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head, feeling the warmth still radiating off of her as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and grabbed the remote from the cushion next to him. Steve turned on the tv, jumping slightly as voices began to blare through the speakers. He fumbled for a moment before slamming his finger onto the volume button, turning it down so far that Sutton could no longer hear it. 

That was the nice thing about his enhancements. Enhanced hearing allowed him to re-watch the baseball games he missed over the weekend without disturbing her. He felt her settle next to him, his entire body freezing as deep blue eyes flickered down to her. Her lips were parted slightly and a soft wheeze escaped them with the gentle rise and fall of her chest. His heart swelled at her flushed cheeks and small tendrils of red hair falling from her braid. He had never felt this way about someone before and deep down it scared him. Steve had spent years losing people he cared for, having them ripped away from him without so much as a goodbye. 

It was different with Sutton. There weren't any wars or big fights he felt the need to join. He was content with her at home, their home.

The baseball game he was watching was just heading into the second inning when he heard footsteps outside. His own stomach was feeling a little empty and the thought of decent food perked him up. 

Bucky had convinced Sam to pull into some sketchy roadside diner on the way home. Steve had watched as his best friends gobbled down damp looking fries and burgers in buns that had definitely seen better days whilst he sipped at his safe bet of an old fashioned Coke float. 

Glancing down at Sutton, he tried to figure out how to get to the door without disturbing her too much. As much as she needed to eat, sleep was just as good of a remedy right now.

He slowly wound himself out of her grip, like he was on an undercover mission. Sutton stirred when he stood but continued her well-deserved sleep. 

After paying the delivery kid and adding a fat tip, his stomach growled in response to the delicious smell it was giving off. 

Passing Sutton on the way to the kitchen, she stirred again, this time her blanket-covered figure sat up and looked at him with the biggest, cheesiest grin on her face.

"Food," Sutton said in the most adorable silly voice.

God, he loved this woman.

He open the lid to the hot wonton soup and brought it over, "scoot," he winked and settled down beside her. She wiggled closer settling her legs between his knees and digging her toes into the couch under his bum. 

He laughed, squeezing her tightly and lifting the spoon to her lips. She swallowed and tossed her head back in satisfaction. "Please don't worry about my broken pride, enjoy your take out louder." He teased. 

Sutton looked at him with her big chocolate eyes and pouted, "I'm sorry, it just makes me feel so much better."

"That's all that matters," he kissed the bridge of her nose.

They ate in comfortable silence- Steve would feed her a few bites of soup, then inhale some of his pineapple fried rice. He loved the crunch of the little cashews that they put in it- it reminded him of when they first moved in and ate Thai takeout for the first week since the entire kitchen was packed into boxes. 

At the top of the fifth inning, Steve placed their empty takeout containers back on the coffee table and settled further into the couch. Sutton’s eyes were drooping closed as she snuggled into his shoulder. She coughed and it sounded more productive than before- a good sign! 

A sense of relief washed over him. He knew it was just the flu, but it didn’t matter. Anything that put her well-being in jeopardy was a threat, and he knew he couldn’t rest until she was at least feeling a little better. 

“There we go, ‘atta girl,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around her. His stomach was as full as his heart- and the fact that the game was on was just an added bonus.

Steve let his fingers lightly dance up and down Sutton's arm, as they settled into each other. He let out a satisfying breath and looked around his home before landing his eyes on the beautiful girl in his arms. 

"You turned on baseball on purpose..." She breathed quietly, as her eyes fluttered closed again. "You knew it would put me to sleep. I see your game here, Rogers" She teased. 

A smirk grew on his lips as he shook his head once and placed a kiss on her hair, "Shh... I don't know what you're talking about" He whispered.

His fingers trailed through her hair, stopping at the braid he had done, his fingers massaging her scalp gently. She moaned and Steve found himself no longer paying attention to the baseball game. He was thinking of the ring he bought her that was sitting in a suitcase in the closet... and wrapped in a sock. Sam and Bucky helped him pick him out. 

Bucky even pilfered one of her rings at a housewarming party, "putting his assassin skills to good use," he said so that Steve could get it sized.

His heart began to pound, the words sitting in the back of his throat. He tried to swallow them and dipped his head. 

"I love you more," he whispered.

Sutton sighed, and Steve pressed his lips to her barely warm forehead. He felt his chest loosening from a knot he didn’t even realize was there knowing she was going to be alright. 

“I would do anything for you, Sutton. Anything to always make you laugh, to see your beautiful eyes, feel you in my arms.” Steve kept his voice quiet, not wanting to disturb her as she breathed deeply and somewhat clearly for the first time in hours.

And he would. Steve would do anything and everything she would ever ask of him or need him to do, be anything she needs for as long as she'll let him be in her life. 

He felt himself choking up at the mere thought of asking her to marry him, to spend her life with him and all his quirks and complications, all of the weight on his shoulders and hers to be shared together. 

He knew, running his hand down Sutton's arm to hold her hand, linking her ring finger with his own before lifting her hand to his mouth to place a delicate kiss on top of each finger and lingering on the one where he hoped a ring would adorn it soon. He knew he would give his life to her. 

"I wanna spend my life with you.. for you," Steve murmured to himself as his hold tightened on her hand.

He felt her stir slightly next to him, her soft fingers clutching his hand softly. His eyes went wide when she lifted her head from his chest. 

Sutton met his gaze with glistening eyes and whispered, "Steve I-". A tender smile graced her lips as she held back her emotion. Steve could feel her heart hammering wildly inside her chest. This is it, buck up Rogers it's time.

Steve’s entire body froze as her dark eyes stared up at him, tears threatening the corners. You’ve fought Aliens, you can do this. 

He shifted slightly, turning his body so they were face to face with each other now. His hands rested on her shoulders before running down her arms to find her hands. Somehow still willing the words to leave his lips. 

He hadn’t been this nervous since before the serum but lifting his gaze to hers and watching her perfect features furrow slightly yet still graced with only the sort of softness that Sutton could have, Steve knew. This was it for him. She was it for him. She was his endgame. 

Steve took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “This was not how I planned to do this,” he started, giving her hand a slight squeeze, “I wanted to do some big hoorah with the candles and your favorite flowers and make Bucky dress up in a suit I know he’d hate, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that it wouldn’t be us.” 

He gnawed on the inside of his lip for a moment, gauging her reaction as he spoke, still deeply terrified that now definitely wasn’t the right time even if he thought it was. “I’d do anything for you Sutton. I’d be anything for you. I‘ve been through hell and back but heaven doesn’t compare to the woman I get to call my own.” 

Steve lifted her hands, pressing them to his heart as he dipped his head to catch her gaze, smiling softly at the sniffle she tried to hide, “Sutton, will you do me the honors of makin’ me the luckiest man around and spending forever with me?”

His heart was in his throat as she blinked at him, his words sitting heavily between them. 

Please say something, please say y— “Ouch, hey!” Steve yelped as Sutton swatted him across the arm, eyes glistening. 

“Steve Rogers…” she started, her words laced with the tone that usually meant he was about to get cursed out. But instead, her voice softened and her face scrunched to create the adorable divot between her eyebrows that Steve loved so much. “You couldn’t have waited to do this when I wasn’t pumped full of flu medication and didn’t look like death?” 

Steve shook his head, chuckling softly.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, “ and anyway, would it change your answer if I had? I’ve been around a long time, sweetheart. Don’t leave an old man waitin’.”

Sutton took her bottom lip between her teeth, tears spilling out of her deep, chocolate eyes. He couldn’t stop staring at her - he just couldn’t believe he was here to bare witness to this goddess in front of him. She sniffled, a smile overtaking her whole face. 

Steve’s hands still enveloped hers, pressed reverently against his chest. He had waited so long to find her- to find peace- that he could stand to wait a few more seconds to hear her say-

“Of course, I’ll spend forever with you, Steve!” she gushed, pushing her small frame fully against his. He thought his heart might burst. Their foreheads met as they merged into a giant mess of blankets and tears.

Steve pressed his lips to hers, fitting them together the two perfect pieces of a puzzle as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap. His lips moved from her to kiss away her tears, unable to stop the grin that formed as he pressed into her skin. Sure, it wasn't exactly how he pictured but this moment was perfect nonetheless. 

"Wait, wait, wait..." He whispered, moving Sutton back onto the couch, kissing her quickly one more time before leaping off it, as he took off into the bedroom. 

"What the hell Rogers?" She laughed, calling after him as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of his sweater. 

Suddenly, Steve appeared in the hallway, trying his best to keep a stern face as his blue eyes locked with hers. "There's that language again, missy" He quipped, walking slowly back over to where she was sitting. 

He sucked in a deep breath, as Sutton's eyes watched him carefully. He knelt on one knee, and extended the navy blue, felt box in front of him. "I had to do one thing according to plan..." He whispered as a soft smile crossed his lips. 

Upon opening the ring box, she was presented with a beautiful gold band, that had a piece of sapphire nestled between four tiny diamonds. Exactly like the one Steve's mom had from his father. It pained his heart a bit that he couldn't actually give her his mother's ring, but this was the next best thing. 

"Steve... it's perfect" She whispered, stifling a cough to not ruin the moment.

"I wanted to get something that looked like my mom's ring. Kind of like I was passing it on to you," he whispered as he slipped it onto her finger. Tears filled his eyes as the ring fit like a glove. He would have to tell Bucky-- Maybe leave out the "glove" part. 

Sutton sniffled and reached for a tissue, dabbing at her nose as Steve looked up at her. His chin began to tremble. His mother always wanted to see him settle down and marry someone nice, someone good for him. 

"She would have adored you, Sutton," he whispered. "You're everything--"

Steve had to cut himself off before he began to weep. Sutton burst into tears, crying enough for the both of them as he wrapped her in a tight hug and rocked her from side to side, the emotion caught in his throat. 

"I love you so much," she sobbed.

"I love you too." He pulled away and looked down at her, brushing the hair away from her eyes. "Thanks for making me the happiest man in the world."

Steve’s heart felt like it was overflowing, he was so full of emotion. He pulled Sutton back into his arms, trying to contain himself but she turned and faced him, resting a hand on his cheek. 

“You’re everything to me too, Steve,” she said and as she kissed him, he let a few tears fall. This, this was what he gave up the shield for. This moment and this woman in his arms. 

When they separated, Sutton thumbed at Steve’s wet cheeks before settling back against his side, holding her hand up so they could see her ring. 

“It’s perfect,” she murmured, the light shining off the stones.

"you're perfect. I love you." Steve whispered fervently to her, watching how the ring reflected the light around as Sutton admired it. 

"You're still a sap but, I love you too," she giggled and he felt her arms wrap weakly around his waist as she tried to hug him as best as her body allowed.

Steve met her strength halfway and pressed her flush against his chest. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck pressing a soft kiss just below his ear. 

He felt her smile against his skin before mumbling, "I can't believe I get to marry the sexiest man alive." 

Steve's brows shot up as he broke out in laughter at her comment. His hold grew tighter as he shook trying to hold her still and not make her dizzy. Sutton laughed softly along with him, a muffled sound against his neck. 

"Okay, I think the meds are definitely working. I am not the sexiest man alive." 

She pulled back and gave him a stern look, "Hey, I'm in my full faculties Rogers and I say you are." 

"Sorry, sorry, whatever you say future Mrs. Rogers." he mused.

She laughed, her nose scrunching just slightly making his heart flutter for the millionth time that day. The two of them settled back into the couch, his arms practically engulfing her petite frame. The game was still playing, they had made it to the 8th inning and looked to be going into extra innings. After a few moments of silence, Sutton nuzzled her cheek further into his chest with a sigh. 

"By the way," She started, her fingers tapping lightly on his chest, "You can tell Bucky to put my rings back now."

Steve let out a laugh, straight from his belly. He reached his hand up to his chest, fingers finding hers and lacing together lazily. 

“You should have seen how proud Bucky was. Though to be honest,” Steve paused, a smirk on his lips. “I think he may have snagged a couple earrings, too.”

Sutton pretended to gasp, but a small cough escaped halfway through. “My pretty girl,” Steve sang, sitting them both upright. He wrapped the blankets around her a little tighter and stared down at her big, brown eyes. “We still need to take it easy. I need my fiancé well-rested, so I can parade her around town tomorrow. Show her off.” He winked as she rolled her eyes. It felt cheesy, but this woman made him want to spit out the lamest pick-up lines he could muster. All in the name of love.

"Gross, no one wants to see this right now" Sutton grimaced, sniffling and squeezing his hand. She smirked up at him, "It's alllll yours though, captain" She winked, and wiggled her eyebrows, before breaking out into a coughing fit. 

Steve chuckled again, and brushed her hair behind her ear, placing a light kiss on her forehead. "Okay, okay, easy there tiger! Let's get you better first, and then we can talk about alllll that" He mocked. 

With a chuckle, the two of them settled back into each other, cuddled up under a mountain of blankets. Steve aimlessly traced his fingertips along the back of her neck, as he listened to her breathing and watched the movie that Sutton had put on the screen. A soft smile graced his lips as he pictured the rest of their lives. 

He settled in his contentment, breathing out a sigh of relief. It was as if the weight of the world he had been carrying for so many years was finally washing away. The guilt he had carried with him, and the endless exhaustion from fight after fight, all felt so much lighter and easier with Sutton by his side. 

This was his life. This was exactly where he was meant to be.

[ladybug100]

This is me trying.

To many ways to say it, but not enough time.

All the turns and left lovers that he had to face.

But then there was you.

Hard was one word but not the right one, it was missing.

Missing your laugh.

Missing your smile.

Missing all the things he thought he hated. And missing you was hard

He missed everything that once was and he had a little chance to get you back.

As the summer air faded Into fall brisk mornings and night rain, was the first time he thought of you.

He didn't think of you often not because he forgot but because he wouldn't allow himself to remember. But as the last call came in the bar he currently sat in, the beer didn't lessen the thought, the pretty women he invited over didn't have a way in were you once we're.

He was stuck in an endless cycle of trying to get over and missing you.

The snow was as white as the walls that surrounded him, pure once as love and the snowman wasn't there.

Christmas one year ago...

"I'm gonna get you doll!" He yelled before throwing a snow ball at you. The snow hitting your arm

"Hey!" You yelled back at him laughing. Right before you were about to throw the snowball he came wrapping his arms around your waist. Smashing his lips Into yours, the snowball that was in your hand fell to the ground freeing your hands you ran your fingers through the back of his hair.

"Merry Christmas bucky, I love you"

"I love you too sweet girl"

That day was not one he found himself looking back on. The anger, words that he said we're and forever will hurt. It was January then the Christmas magic gone but the snow still stuck.

An old lover came back, one he was still hung up on. Natasha was an old flame from the red room, she was returning from a year away. Bucky and Natasha were friends with benefits for years after the red room right before she left he told her he was still in love with her. She said she needed time to think.

She left him standing. Then you came to the team and brightened up his world. That year was brought many beautiful things but the ending.

Natasha said the the year she was gone made her realize that she loved him and bucky fell to it. So when you came back to the compound with Wanda from a long day you saw him.

Well more like them, the moans of pleasure and the 'i love yous' made your throat burn with anger.

You left. That night you stayed in one of the guest rooms, that day in training you beat Natasha to the ground. And after watched bucky help her to the med bay then scream at you and tell you: 'you sick bitch, I can't even fucking stand you!', 'what the hell is wrong with you huh?! I'm done I can't stay with a fucking science project. I hate you slut.' more insults followed.

And that was it. Over y/n and bucky would never be again no matter how much he missed you.

No matter what he wanted now he stood with Natasha watching you marry Steve. This is him trying to move on from his soulmate that he left and hurt.

This is me trying

A/N: Natasha and bucky we're in a relationship in the red room, but once they were out they just had sexual relations (friends with benefits) that lasted years. Bucky wanted more and the friends with benefits lasted years. But once Natasha had to go bucky confused his feelings and Natasha said she needed time to think. A whole ass year and a half. In that time you came and he fell for you but the feelings he had for her Natasha still lingered. But in reality he was just missing her comfort because they both went through similar things. So when she came back he cheated and planned on leaving you. You are a mutant and was once kept in a place like hydra. Out of anger bucky used that against you and then left. Now that was two years ago and your marrying Steve, and now he is in a open relationship with Natasha because she doesn't want commitment with him😒 and now he realizes that he loves you and he was wrong but he is to late. I just wanted to explain because idk maybe some people wouldn't think like me.

[stellar-solar-flare]

A Fairytale Of A Disaster - Masterlist

Explicit - 18+ only - Steve Rogers/Doctor!Reader

Your friend set you up with a perfect guy. Unfortunately, when it's time for you to meet 'Grant' for the first time, he has stood you up. On Valentine's Day of all days.

Was it too good to be true? Or does he instead have a very, very good reason why he's late, and a desire to make it all up to you?

Fluff, hurt/comfort, meet-cute, misunderstandings, eventual smut, healthy communication. | Background Sam Wilson/OFC.

Chapter 1: So Much For Prince Charming? | 3,364 words.

Chapter 2: Looking For The Happy Ending | 2,696 words.

Chapter 3: The Royal Castle | 2,395 words.

Chapter 4: Forever After? | 4,209 words.

Here's this fic on AO3. | Here is my tumblr masterlist.

Story Content Warnings:Discussion of Steve's canonical trauma; mentions of Steve/Peggy.

Reader Specifics: She/her, late twenties (a few years younger than Steve in this fic). Training to be a trauma surgeon (has completed med school, in residency stage). Likes books and houseplants. No description of appearance (other than clothes and such), no use of Y/N.

Alternate Universe: The Avengers Initiative continued SHIELD's work after its collapse to corruption. The Avengers are living together in the Compound - Bucky has healed, and Civil War never happened because Tony and Steve worked through their differences like adults.

Story Notes: I wanted to write a Valentine's Day oneshot, and then it turned out it has parts. Oh no. Well, here we are. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little trope collection! As always, thank you for reading, and hearing what you think means a lot to me.

I do not own anything Marvel related. This is an unofficial fan work. No copyright infringement intended. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.

[babylove00]

Happy birthday to this old guy -still a hottie though. Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

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[terry-perry]

Could i please request something where both Marc Spector and Bucky Barnes are in love with you? I love the way you write for both of them and they're both so similar, you know?

They kinda are, aren't they?

An idea I came up with. Can be read as like an AU for my Steve Rogers AU, but also can be read as its own thing.

Marc was introduced to the team after they learned of his background as a mercenary and how he helped save the city of Cairo not too long ago. He was a little rough around the edges, but managed to get along well with everyone. Especially with Y/N.

She was patient with him the way no one else seemed to be. She showed genuine effort in trying to understand his complicated life that also involves Steven.

Speaking of, Steven definitely liked her. He enjoyed talking to her about where she came from and how it compared to the myths and legends he learned about Asgard. She detailed everything to him as she was equally fascinated by his knowledge in Egyptology. Her people were aware of other deities and the multiple afterlives. She was curious about them since she was a child, but could only learn so much from her family's library. Her father, being who he was, felt no need for such knowledge unless it was important to Asgard.

She was happy to have someone with similar interests.

Bucky, on the other hand, didn't know what to make of this. For one thing, it takes time for him to fully trust others. Y/N had been one of the few exceptions. It was first because of how Steve trusted her, and he trusted Steve. But then there was Wakanda. That was the time he knew he could trust her with his life and vice versa. He became loyal to her as she took care of him and his mind. She helped put it back together as well as his heart.

He never told her of his feelings. During that time, she was still with Steve. Afterwards, it still didn't feel right. He wouldn't even know where to begin with trying to court someone like her. She was special and only deserved the best.

This Marc and his alter Steven certainly seemed to have the same idea. He watched her with them, how she shined with fascination at whatever Steven would tell her. He'd see the way she'd comfort Marc in a similar way she did when Bucky was doubting himself all those times.

He didn't hold it against her for spending time with him. She was a naturally kind person who cared about the well-being of others. He couldn't deny, however, the fact that he wanted to keep her good heart all to himself. What they had was special to him. Call it selfish, but he didn't want to share it.

Thus began this competition for her attention. Bucky and Marc came up with various reasons to spend time with Y/N during the last few weeks. Trying to be the first one to pair up with her for assignments, offer assistance only they can offer, ask for assistance only she can offer. During their free time, trying to find moments alone with her even if for a minute.

It wasn't anything personal between the men. They liked and respected each other enough. But there was definitely a rivalry forming between them. And apparently it was starting to become obvious.

"You both need to chill the fuck out,"

Sam's lecturing tone was bad enough, but now Sharon came by their table to hiss at the two of them.

She had just come back from helping Y/N into her dress. They were working undercover in London, which led them to a club in one of the seedier parts of the city. The person that ran the operation they were on the lookout for also ran that place. They managed to get in with forged invites and IDs, some mind tricks from Y/N, and her cover of being an up-an-coming singer that was supposed to perform that night. It was obvious why the men of the club actually wanted her there, but whatever could get the team in.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky asked.

"Whatever is going on between you and Y/N. You two have been all over her since day one."

"I told them," Sam stated, still looking at the guys with disappointment. "You guys might as well go on opposite sides and see who she goes to."

"It's not like that," Marc tried to explain. Though he was also starting to worry. He didn't want to think they were coming on too strong and making Y/N uncomfortable.

"It's exactly like that," Sharon argued. "And if you bothered to notice, you'd know she's got enough to worry about without you fighting over her attention."

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked.

"Think about it. All of her family is gone, she's had to deal with the responsibilities of being a queen -- something she didn't even want to be in the first place. Plus, she's still trying to deal with the fact that Steve's gone."

A stunned silence fell among the table with only the sound of the live band and rowdy crowd being a form of white noise until Bucky spoke.

"I thought that was mutual," he said confused.

He knew that was a stupid thing to say the second he said it. So did everyone else.

"So?" Sharon asked nastily. "That doesn't mean it didn't hurt when he left. Steve was the love of her life. She thought they were going to be together forever. But not only does she realize he never moved on from Peggy, but also has a way to get back to her? It's not exactly something that makes you feel worthy of love."

"Look," Sam sighed, looking at the pair of chastised men in front of him. "We're not saying you don't care about her. I'm sure y'all do. But instead of focusing on what you can have with Y/N, just be there for her."