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moonlight-ee ยท 3 months ago
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Thatโ€™s Americaโ€™s ass!
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anxietyriddenbutterfly ยท 6 months ago
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Rewatching Captain America: The Winter Soldier just makes me think about how smart Steve is. I feel like he is often overshadowed by other Avengers, such as Bruce, Tony and Nat.
In WS, he has many moments that portray the way his brain thinks. My personal favorites are the elevator scene and when him and Nat arrive at the old army camp. He knows those agents are coming after him due to slight body language, such as a hand on a gun or a couple of beads of sweat while in the elevator. At the old army base, he is able to find the room with Zola with little information. He uses his knowledge on army regulations to find the old SHIELD office. From there, he is just able to notice little things that are off, such as the shelves that reveal the computer.
Sorry for the lil rant, but I just think Steve deserves more intellectual credit than the fandom gives him.
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1luna1lovegood1 ยท 6 months ago
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Clint: WHY AREN'T THERE ADULT-SIZED PLAYGROUNDS? !
Natasha : so like, everything is the same as a kids' playground but bigger!
Clint : yeah, why don't we have those?!
Steve : they are called theme parks.
Clint: but you have to PAY for theme parks!
Steve: that's the adult part.
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viribusblog ยท 11 months ago
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rainydayathogwarts ยท 4 months ago
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We're all adults here - Steve Rogers
Summary: Reader covers up when training outside with the team because someone just happened to cover her in hickies the night before. But what happens when reader is forced to take her cover-up off? 0.6k+ wc
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Going outside in the summer heat to practice with the team was not what you had in mind, especially when the modern indoor training facilities were all available, with a track just as big, and more importantly, air conditioning that worked perfectly well. Normally, you wouldn't have a problem with it, putting on shorts and a sports bra before joining Natasha outside, but usually, your boyfriend didn't go so crazy in bed the night before. Steve, ever so worked up after not seeing you for a few days while on a mission, had come home, making a beeline to your room where he finally pushed you up against the wall, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin before taking you on every piece of furniture he could find.
You felt Steve's guilty gaze on you the second you met with the rest of the team outside, clad in a thin sports jacket and shorts. At least you looked cute, despite how quickly you were going to overheat. "Oh you're crazy crazy." Comments Natasha the instance she sees you, beginning her warmup around the track. You quickly join her, rolling your eyes playfully at her, though it's hard to ignore the way you immediately feel the way the long sleeves are clinging onto your skin the second you start to perspire.
By the end of your laps on the track, your face is all red and you need to lean on your knees to catch your breath, panting heavily. You didn't think one little piece of clothing would have such an effect on your performance, but apparently it did, making you fan your hands in front of your face in hopes of helping with the heat. "Y/n just take it off, what's going on?" Remarks Clint bemusedly. "Yeah we all know it's too hot for this kind of clothing. Is there a particular reason you're so dressed up?" You put your hands on your hips, chest heaving up and down as you digest Bucky's question. You shake your head, gratefully accepting the cool bottle of water your boyfriend offers you, a guilty grimace on his face.
Steve's cheeks are flushed pink, and whether that's due to the warmup or how close you guys are to being found out, he doesn't know. The team have known about the two of you before you even knew, clueless about the other's feelings, but Steve, being the old soul that he is, prefers to keep details about your sex life private when possible. "Does Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with this?" Teases Tony, only half-joking, hints of a smile on his face. You scoff, which immediately has your teammates looking at you quizzically. Did Mr. Loverboy have anything to do with it? "Okay Y/N, on a serious note, you're going to overheat training in that." Tony adds, his eyebrows furrowing. "Look, we're all adults here." You defend, spinning away from your team as your hand hesitantly reaches up to drag the zipper of your jacket down your torso. When you turn back around, the rest of your team is still staring expectantly at you, leaving you to watch as their reactions form on their faces.
"Holy shit!" Clint exclaims, words drowned by the loud wolf-whistles Natasha sends you way, eyes glued to your chest. "Okay, stop looking!" You scold her, and Bucky immediately looks away from you even though the words aren't directed at him, slapping a hand on the back of Steve's shoulder in pride. The dark hickies are scattered all around your chest and neck, dipping under your sports bra, leaving the rest for imagination. You chuckle uncomfortably, tightening your ponytail "Wild night, am I right?" You hear Steve choke over his drink before you see it, spinning around to take a look at his red face, water dribbling down his chin and onto his tight shirt as he catches his breath. "Sorry sweetheart." You mutter, taking a step towards him so you can press a kiss on his cheek, his hand instinctively coming up to rest on your waist.
"Why are you apologising to him? Look at yourself!"
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angelremnants ยท 14 days ago
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American Wedding | S. Rogers
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summary : Steve Rogers is throwing himself into mission after mission, trying to outrun the weight of his pastโ€”his unresolved feelings for Sharon and the lingering memories of Peggy. But when his commanding officers force him to take a break, Steve ends up on a staycation in Barbados. What begins as a forced respite soon becomes a much-needed escape as he unexpectedly finds healing, peace, and even a connection in the warmth of the Caribbean sun. Steve learns to let go of the past and finally breathe again, even if itโ€™s just for a short while. Inspired by American Wedding (unreleased) by Frank Ocean.
pairing : Steve Rogers x f!reader
warnings : Fluff to angst, imposed traits on the reader such as an origin, emotional healing, mention of past relationships, themes of healing and self-discovery, themes of arranged marriages and family pressure, mentions of emotional and familial abuse, a bit of hurt/comfort, bittersweet ending, mentions of past trauma, mild language. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.
word count : 12.3k
author's notes : I don't know what's wrong with me and writing long fics with major angst. I think I might have a problem.
If you're still as hooked in the MCU fandom as I am, then it shouldn't be a surprise for you that I stumbled upon the infamous Steve edit on American Wedding. Steve was my first little crush when I started getting into the MCU; it might not be my number one anymore, but I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the work and how well it could somehow fit the vibe of our golden boy.
Side note, I chose Barbados just because I love Rihanna (plus, the country is as gorgeous as she is). I tried to respect the culture as much as I could, but please do let me know if something is amiss. Anyways, here's my take on what this song could mean if associated with America's Ass greatest soldier.
(ao3 version)
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The mission was over.
Steve Rogers had traded his usual Captain America tight suit for average civilian clothes and now stood just outside a bustling cafรฉ in Bridgetown, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the vibrant streets of Barbados. He shouldโ€™ve been relieved. The intel was secured, the rogue operation dismantled, and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were already working to extract the rest of the loose ends. But instead, Steve felt a familiar weight settle on his shoulders, one he couldnโ€™t quite shake.
The air was heavy with the scent of fried fish and spices, and the sound of calypso music drifted from a nearby street performer. Locals walked by, some glancing curiously at the tall, broad-shouldered man who looked distinctly out of place. Steveโ€™s fingers hovered over his phone, debating whether to call in and request another assignment.
Then, his phone buzzed in his hand, and the name Tony Stark lit up the screen.
Steve answered with a sigh, already bracing himself. โ€œStark.โ€
โ€œCapsicle! Howโ€™s my favorite star-spangled soldier doing?โ€ Tonyโ€™s voice was chipper, the sound of clinking glasses and faint jazz music in the background.
โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ Steve replied, scanning the street as though someone might overhear. โ€œWhy are you calling?โ€
โ€œWell, itโ€™s not to remind you to update your playlist based on what Iโ€™m hearing in the backgroundโ€”though, seriously, we need to talk about that at some point.โ€ Tony didnโ€™t wait for a response. โ€œNo, Iโ€™m calling to let you know that for the first time in, oh, forever, weโ€™re at a lull. No alien invasions. No rogue A.I.s. No infinity stones threatening to wipe out half the universe. You know what that means?โ€
Steve frowned. โ€œThat itโ€™s time to prepare for the next crisis?โ€
Tony let out a dramatic groan. โ€œAnd people say Iโ€™m the workaholic. No, Cap. It means you get a break.โ€
Steve rolled his eyes, leaning against the cafรฉโ€™s wooden railing. โ€œI donโ€™t need a break, Tony. Thereโ€™s always something that needs to be doneโ€”โ€
โ€œYeah, no. Iโ€™m gonna stop you right there.โ€ Tonyโ€™s voice turned pointed, though there was still a hint of his trademark sarcasm. โ€œI talked to Fury, and even he thinks youโ€™ve been overdoing it. And considering the guyโ€™s idea of a vacation involves a bunker and a bottle of bourbon, thatโ€™s saying something.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ Steve insisted, his tone tightening.
โ€œFine? Really? I mean, do you even know what day it is? Look, pretty much everyoneโ€™s off the gridโ€”Sam, Natasha, even Clintโ€™s in retirement mode. And Iโ€™m finally getting around to that honeymoon thing with Pepper because, you know, saving the world isnโ€™t as good for a marriage as youโ€™d think. So you? You need to chill.โ€
โ€œTony, Iโ€™m fine,โ€ Steve had insisted, though even he didnโ€™t sound convincing.
โ€œYeah, sure. Thatโ€™s why youโ€™ve been taking back-to-back missions for the past three months. Whatโ€™s next? Fighting a volcano?โ€
Steve opened his mouth to respond, then realized he didnโ€™t.
Tony took his silence as confirmation. โ€œListen, youโ€™re not a machine, Cap. Even super-soldiers need to decompress. Which is why I, in all my infinite wisdom, am forcing you to take some time off.โ€
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. โ€œTonyโ€”โ€
โ€œAh-ah! No arguments. Furyโ€™s covering part of the bill, and Iโ€™m picking up the rest because Iโ€™m such a generous friend. You pick the placeโ€”anywhere in the worldโ€”and Iโ€™ll make it happen. Youโ€™re welcome.โ€
Steve glanced around, his eyes lingering on the vibrant life of the island. The azure waters sparkled in the distance, and the rhythmic sway of the palm trees seemed to beckon him. He hadnโ€™t allowed himself a moment to breathe in months, maybe years.
โ€œI donโ€™t know,โ€ Steve said slowly.
Tony groaned again, louder this time. โ€œCome on, Cap. Itโ€™s not like Iโ€™m asking you to take a yoga class in Malibu. Though, honestly, youโ€™d kill it in downward dog. No, Iโ€™m telling you to pick a nice spot, kick back, andโ€”God forbidโ€”relax for once in your life.โ€
โ€œTonyโ€”โ€
โ€œLet me paint you a picture,โ€ Tony interrupted, his tone turning theatrical. โ€œA beachfront villa. Sunsets so pretty theyโ€™ll make you cry. Maybe a fruity drink with one of those little umbrellasโ€”wait, scratch that, youโ€™re more of a โ€˜beer and broodingโ€™ guy. The point is, take the damn vacation, Steve. Doctorโ€™s orders.โ€
Steve sighed, looking out the window of the outpost at the vibrant streets of Bridgetown. โ€œIโ€™ll stay here,โ€ he said finally. โ€œBarbados seemsโ€ฆ peaceful.โ€
โ€œAtta boy!โ€ Tony cheered. โ€œIโ€™ll wire the funds. And hey, if you donโ€™t send me at least one picture of you in a Hawaiian shirt, Iโ€™m gonna be very disappointed.โ€
Steve couldnโ€™t help the faint smile tugging at his lips. โ€œThanks, Tony.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t mention it. Seriously, donโ€™t. I have a reputation to maintain.โ€
The line went dead, leaving Steve alone with the sounds of the island.
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The first few days in Barbados passed in a blur of quiet solitude. Steve spent most of his time walking along the beach or sitting on the villaโ€™s small porch, nursing a cold drink while the sun dipped below the horizon. For someone used to the constant hum of battlefields, strategy meetings, and high-stakes missions, the stillness was almost unnerving.
But it wasnโ€™t just the quiet that unsettled himโ€”it was the thoughts heโ€™d been pushing aside for months. Thoughts of Sharon.
Heโ€™d tried not to dwell on their break-up, but here, surrounded by the warmth and beauty of the island, the memories crept in uninvited. Their relationship had ended just weeks ago, though the cracks had been there for far longer. She had been kind, understanding, and steadfastโ€”everything Steve thought he should want. But every time he looked at her, a small, nagging voice whispered the truth he didnโ€™t want to face.
She was Peggyโ€™s niece.
No matter how much he tried to compartmentalize it, the connection was impossible to ignore. Every time Sharon smiled, there was a flicker of something familiarโ€”her determination, her poise, even the way she carried herself. It wasnโ€™t fair to either of them, but Steve couldnโ€™t shake the feeling that heโ€™d been chasing a shadow of the past. Sharon deserved more than that, and so did he.
When theyโ€™d finally called it quits, Sharon had been the one to speak the words he couldnโ€™t bring himself to say.
โ€œYouโ€™re still carrying her with you, Steve,โ€ sheโ€™d said, her voice calm but heavy with resignation. โ€œAnd maybe you always will. But I canโ€™t be her for you. I donโ€™t want to be.โ€
The guilt had followed him ever since. Sharon had been right. For all the years that had passed, Peggy still lingered in the corners of his mindโ€”her voice, her laugh, the way sheโ€™d believed in him when no one else did. He hadnโ€™t just been grieving Sharonโ€™s absence; he was grieving Peggy all over again.
By the third day, Steve found himself wandering into a bustling part of Bridgetown, hoping the sights and sounds of the island might distract him. The streets were alive with energyโ€”locals bartering at colorful market stalls, tourists snapping photos of historic buildings, and the rhythmic beat of soca music weaving through it all.
โ€œYuh lookinโ€™ lost, boss,โ€ a young man called out from behind a coconut cart. He was grinning, a machete in hand as he expertly cracked open a coconut.
Steve glanced back at him. โ€œJust exploring.โ€ย 
โ€œAh, well, yuh gotta try dis,โ€ the man said, handing him a freshly cut coconut. โ€œYuh look like yuh could use a lilโ€™ taste of Bajan life. Fresh coconut water! Or yuh scared of a lilโ€™ machete work?โ€
Steve smirked politely but didnโ€™t respond, unsure if he was being teased or seriously invited. Before he could decide, you appeared, carrying a basket of fruits and shaking your head with a laugh.
โ€œJamal, stop tormenting de tourists!โ€ you scolded lightheartedly. โ€œPoor man just tryna enjoy โ€˜e day without you harassing him.โ€
Jamal shrugged with a grin, chopping open another coconut. โ€œAh, just showinโ€™ him how we do it here, yuh know? He look like he need it.โ€
You turned to Steve, flashing a warm smile. โ€œIgnore him, he does this to everyone. But,โ€ you added, your tone playful, โ€œheโ€™s not wrong. Coconut water will fix whatever ails you. You should try one.โ€
Steve chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing. โ€œIf you say so,โ€ he said, stepping closer.
You nodded approvingly as Jamal handed him the coconut. โ€œSee? That wasnโ€™t so hard,โ€ you teased.
Taking a sip, Steve found the cool water surprisingly refreshing. โ€œThis is good,โ€ he admitted, glancing at you.
โ€œGood?โ€ you repeated with mock offense. โ€œItโ€™s de best on de island. Youโ€™ve got a lot to learn.โ€
Steve smiled, feeling more at ease than he had in days. โ€œGuess Iโ€™ll need a guide, then,โ€ he said, the words slipping out before he could overthink them.
You tilted your head, amusement sparkling in your eyes. โ€œLucky for you, I know everyone โ€˜round here. Stick with me, Captain America, and Iโ€™ll show you the real Barbados.โ€
He blinked, surprised you knew who he was.
โ€œRelax,โ€ you said with a wink. โ€œWe donโ€™t make a big deal of celebrities' โ€˜round here. Besides, the way I see it, everybody needs a breakโ€”even heroes.โ€
He guessed he really did well in choosing his destination.ย 
Steve walked beside you through the busy streets, his coconut still in hand. The initial awkwardness of being recognized faded quickly as you carried the conversation effortlessly, your teasing making him smile more than he had in weeks.
โ€œSo, Captain America,โ€ you said, throwing a glance over your shoulder with a grin. โ€œWhatโ€™s a hero like you doinโ€™ walking โ€˜round alone in Barbados? Not enough trouble to save us from?โ€
He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. โ€œActually, Iโ€™m here because I was told to take a break. Guess I've been working a little too hard lately.โ€
โ€œWorking too hard? You? Never wouldโ€™ve guessed,โ€ you teased, your tone playful.
Steve shook his head, grinning. โ€œWhat about you? You seem to know everyone here.โ€
โ€œI do. Born and raised. And the people here? Theyโ€™re my familyโ€”even Jamal, with his coconut antics,โ€ you said with a laugh. โ€œYou stick witโ€™ me, and Iโ€™ll teach you all de secrets of the island.โ€
โ€œSecrets, huh?โ€ Steve said, his tone tinged with curiosity. โ€œWhat kind of secrets?โ€
You stopped suddenly and gestured toward a small, colorful shack by the road. โ€œFor starters, the best fish cutters on the island are right here. Come, you canโ€™t visit Barbados and not try one.โ€
Steve followed you to the shack, where an older man greeted you like an old friend. As you chatted easily with him, ordering food, Steve found himself watching you with a kind of quiet admiration. You were easygoing, quick to laugh, and had a warmth about you that was magnetic.
When the fish cutters arrived, you handed one to Steve. โ€œHere. And donโ€™t even think of saying itโ€™s just โ€˜good.โ€™ Dis is heaven in bread.โ€
He took a bite, his eyes widening. โ€œWow. Okay, youโ€™re rightโ€”this is incredible.โ€
You smirked. โ€œTold you. The locals always know best.โ€
As the two of you walked along the beach, the conversation grew more personal. You asked about his life back home, and he answered honestly, even about the heartbreak he was still trying to shake.
โ€œSo, this Sharon,โ€ you said carefully, โ€œsheโ€™s Peggyโ€™s niece?โ€
Steve nodded, looking sheepish. โ€œYeah. Itโ€™sโ€ฆ complicated.โ€
โ€œYou think?โ€ you teased gently, bumping your shoulder against his. โ€œSounds messy. But you know what? Sometimes you just need to let go of whatโ€™s complicated and hold on to whatโ€™s simple.โ€
โ€œAnd whatโ€™s simple?โ€ Steve asked, curious.
You stopped walking and turned to face him, your expression soft but playful. โ€œThis,โ€ you said, gesturing to the ocean. โ€œGood food, good company, and a little bit of adventure.โ€ He smiled, the sincerity in your voice hitting him in a way he didnโ€™t expect. โ€œI think Iโ€™m starting to see your point.โ€
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Over the next few days, you made good on your promise to show Steve the best of Barbados. True to your word, you showed Steve places that werenโ€™t in any guidebook, sharing bits of history and culture along the way.
โ€œThis,โ€ you said one morning, gesturing to a vibrant, bustling market, โ€œis where you get the freshest fruit on the island. And where you learn to bargain.โ€
Steve watched in awe as you haggled with a vendor, the two of you laughing and bantering in a mix of Bajan dialect and English. When you returned with a bag of mangos and papayas, he raised a brow.
โ€œYou just got all that for half the price,โ€ he said.
โ€œYup,โ€ you said with a grin, popping a slice of mango into your mouth. โ€œYou're lucky you've got me, Captain. Otherwise, theyโ€™d have charged you double for being a tourist.โ€
โ€œGood thing Iโ€™ve got you,โ€ he said, his tone warm.
Later, you took him to a rum distillery, where you explained the process of making Barbadosโ€™ world-famous rum, teasing him as he tried a sample and coughed slightly at the burn.
โ€œThat strong for you, Cap?โ€
โ€œNot strong enough to knock me out,โ€ he replied, his voice laced with humor.
You then took him to the lively Oistins Fish Fry, where he tried grilled marlin and danced awkwardly but earnestly to soca music. You dragged him to Harrisonโ€™s Cave, laughing as he marveled at the limestone formations.
โ€œYou look like a kid seeing snow for de first time,โ€ you teased.
โ€œIโ€™ve been frozen in snow for seventy years,โ€ he replied, deadpan.
You burst out laughing, and even he cracked a smile at his own joke.
One afternoon, you led him on a hike up to Cherry Tree Hill, where the view of the rolling hills and turquoise ocean was breathtaking. As you stood beside him, the wind tugging at your dress, you glanced at him with a smile.
โ€œYou're not bad company, you know,โ€ you said.
โ€œNeither are you,โ€ he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature half-smile.
โ€œYou keep looking at me like that, and I might think youโ€™re sweet on me, Captain.โ€
Steveโ€™s cheeks flushed faintly, but he held your gaze. โ€œAnd what if I am?โ€
Your eyebrows shot up, surprised but delighted. โ€œWell, then,โ€ you said, stepping closer, โ€œI hope you know youโ€™re in for one hell of a ride.โ€
As the two of you strolled along a quieter path near the beach, the sunlight danced through the palm trees, and Steve couldnโ€™t help but feel a sense of calm he hadnโ€™t experienced in months. He looked over at you, smiling at how animatedly you were explaining the significance of the bright kites dotting the skyโ€”something about โ€œkite seasonโ€ and friendly neighborhood competitions.
โ€œYou know,โ€ Steve said after a moment, โ€œyour accent isnโ€™t quite like everyone elseโ€™s around here. Itโ€™s still got that lilt, butโ€ฆ itโ€™s different.โ€
You glanced at him, a little surprised. โ€œYou noticed that, huh?โ€
He nodded. โ€œI guess Iโ€™ve got an ear for detail. Whatโ€™s the story there?โ€
You smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. โ€œWell, I went abroad for a few yearsโ€”took my undergrad in the U.S. and just came back home recently.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ Steve asked, intrigued. โ€œWhatโ€™d you study?โ€
As you walked beside Steve, your voice became more animated as you shared the kind of work you had done during your studies. โ€œWell, when I was in the States for my undergrad, I did my thesis on cultural practices, specifically exploring the dynamics between traditional marriage structures and modern society.โ€
Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. โ€œReally? That soundsโ€ฆ complex. What kind of structures?โ€
โ€œYuh know, I looked into things like arranged marriages and how they vary across different cultures,โ€ you explained, eyes sparkling with passion. โ€œOne part of my research focused on Islamic marriage traditions, particularly around the roles of brides and how modern perspectives are influencing those practices. It wasnโ€™t about judging or anything, just trying to understand how people make it work, despite some of the harsh stereotypes.โ€
โ€œWow,โ€ Steve said thoughtfully, clearly impressed. โ€œSounds like you dove deep into it. You didnโ€™t go for the easy topics, huh?โ€
You chuckled, shaking your head. โ€œNo, not really. I wanted to tackle something meaningful. And, for me, it was important to explore how even with things like hijabs or polygamy, those traditions have layers, especially when it comes to womenโ€™s agency. Itโ€™s all about perspective.โ€
Steve nodded, clearly fascinated by your work. โ€œItโ€™s amazing how much you can learn when you dig into a topic. I guess thatโ€™s why you came back here, huh? To work on making a difference in your community.โ€
You smiled softly, thinking back on your time abroad. โ€œYeah. I learned a lot, but I always knew Iโ€™d come home. Thereโ€™s so much to do here, and I want to make sure weโ€™re not losing our identity as we modernize. Barbados is home, and I want to help make sure it stays that way.โ€
You laughed softly, shrugging. โ€œGuess itโ€™s de island girl in me. This place is part of who I am. But,โ€ you added with a sheepish grin, โ€œspendinโ€™ so much time abroad, I guess I picked up a bit of de American accent. It slips in sometimes when I talk.โ€
โ€œI think itโ€™s kind of charming,โ€ Steve said, surprising even himself with the comment.
You raised a brow at him, a slow smile spreading across your lips. โ€œCareful, Captain, or I might think youโ€™re tryinโ€™ to sweet-talk me.โ€
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish but amused. โ€œMaybe I am.โ€
Your laugh rang out, light and melodic. โ€œWell, youโ€™re not too bad at it.โ€
At one point, while they were sitting on a beachside bench, a gentle breeze tugging at their clothes, Steve caught her eye, and she smiled. That smile. He swore it was the brightest thing in the world, even more stunning than the sun hanging low in the sky behind her.
The conversation continued, with Steve steering it back toward you. He asked about your time abroad, what it was like living away from home, and what made you choose environmental science in the first place.
โ€œAnd what about you?โ€ you countered, tilting your head as you studied him. โ€œYouโ€™ve been saving the world for whatโ€”over a century now?โ€
He chuckled. โ€œNot quite that long, but close.โ€
โ€œDoesnโ€™t seem like youโ€™re slowinโ€™ down anytime soon,โ€ you said, your voice softer now. โ€œBut, Steveโ€ฆ donโ€™t you ever just want to stop for a bit? Live a little for yourself?โ€
Her question caught him off guard. For a moment, he was quiet, the only sounds around you were the gentle crash of waves and the rustle of the wind in the trees.
โ€œI guess I donโ€™t know how to do that,โ€ he admitted.
As you sat on the beach watching the sun dip below the horizon, you turned to Steve with a mischievous glint in your eye.
โ€œSo,โ€ you began, โ€œhow do you feel about weddings?โ€
He looked at you warily. โ€œWeddings?โ€
โ€œYeah. Myโ€ฆ um, distant relativeโ€”you probably need a map to figure out how weโ€™re relatedโ€”is getting married this weekend. Itโ€™s a small thing,โ€ she said, โ€œBut itโ€™s a family event. You know how it isโ€”everyone wants to show up and make it โ€˜extraโ€™ for the aunties.โ€
Steve chuckled. โ€œIโ€™m guessing itโ€™s not going to be your average wedding then?โ€
โ€œOh, no,โ€ she grinned, โ€œThink small chapel, a few too many drinks, maybe a bit of dancing, and a lot of awkward family members trying to act like they havenโ€™t been feuding for the past ten years. But, you know, in the best way possible.โ€
Steve found himself laughing along with her, the ease between them growing stronger by the minute.
โ€œActually,โ€ she said with a mischievous grin, โ€œItโ€™s going to be kind of hilarious. I was thinkingโ€ฆโ€ she paused, glancing over at him. โ€œYou wanna come with me? As myโ€ฆ plus one?โ€
Steve blinked in surprise, but there was something about the way she said it as if she didnโ€™t mind the idea of them being together at such a personal family event. โ€œI mean, are you sure? Iโ€™m probably not what your family had in mind when they thought โ€˜plus one,โ€™โ€ he joked, a smile tugging at his lips.
She shrugged, the motion casual, but her gaze was intense. โ€œHonestly, I donโ€™t think anyone really knows what theyโ€™re getting when they invite me. And trust me, youโ€™ll be far more interesting than the rest of my relatives.โ€ She glanced at him sideways with a grin. โ€œBesides, maybe theyโ€™ll like you more than me.โ€
โ€œAre you trying to get me to go to your wedding as an act of charity?โ€ he teased.
She laughed. โ€œNo, Iโ€™m offering you a chance to be part of something completely ridiculous, and trust me, youโ€™ll be talking about it for years.โ€
โ€œWell, in that case,โ€ Steve said, pretending to think it over, โ€œI guess Iโ€™ll be there. But youโ€™ve got to warn me beforehand if thereโ€™s any kind of dancing involved. Iโ€™m not exactly a pro.โ€
Her grin widened. โ€œDeal.โ€
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They separated when it was well into the night, and soon enough Steve found himself back in his quaint hotel room, listening to the peaceful waves of the ocean. He laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to the hours heโ€™d spent with [Y/N] earlier.
He couldnโ€™t help but replay the way she looked again and again in his mind. The first thing that struck him was how effortlessly beautiful she was. Her skin looked golden when it caught the sunlight in a way that made everything around her seem brighter, like she was glowing from within. Her hair framed her face in soft waves, a contrast to the sun-kissed skin that made her seem like she belonged to the island itself. It wasnโ€™t just the way she looked, though; it was the way she carried herself. She moved with such ease, like she was perfectly in tune with the world around her, as though every step was measured but never forced.
Her eyesโ€”those eyesโ€”were a shade that seemed almost impossible, warm and deep, with a spark that made it clear she was fully present, fully alive in every conversation. When she spoke, it was with an accent that was distinctly Barbadian, but there was a softness to it, a hint of something elseโ€”like sheโ€™d been somewhere far from home and had returned with more layers than when she left. Her smile had been what did it to him, though. It wasnโ€™t just the way it lit up her face, but the way it made him feel like he was the only one in the world she was focusing on, even if it was just for a moment.
And it wasnโ€™t just her looksโ€”Steve knew heโ€™d never felt this way about someone in years, the way his heart seemed to skip when she caught his gaze, the way the mere thought of her made him feel like a teenager again, nervous and unsure but eager all the same. The more he thought about her, the more the feeling intensified, like a slow burn in his chest. He tried to push it down, telling himself it was just the heat, just the newness of it all, but deep down, he knew it wasnโ€™t that simple. He had found something in her, something that made the weight of everything else justโ€ฆ fade away.
The way she laughed, her smile so effortless, like she was a living embodiment of the sun that bathed the island in warmth. There was something about her that made his chest tightenโ€”something magnetic, yet disarmingly genuine. Heโ€™d expected a brief distraction on this trip, maybe a drink with a stranger. Instead, she had effortlessly captivated him. Her energy was infectious, and even in the quiet moments, she had a way of drawing him in. The little quirks of her accent, the way sheโ€™d pause mid-sentence to correct herself, as if speaking a second language she hadnโ€™t used in too longโ€”there was a vulnerability in it that made her all the more endearing.
And then there was the tattoo. That damn tattoo. He couldnโ€™t stop thinking about it. Heโ€™d barely even paid attention to it at first, but after spending hours with her, it stood out more, like a proud branding. A temporary tattoo sheโ€™d convinced him to get while they were strolling around. It was a simple design, a swirling wave pattern across his left hand, something that matched the feeling of freedom heโ€™d had with her that day. He looked down at his hand now, the ink still vivid, but with a hint of purple-ish blue where it was starting to fade. Sheโ€™d laughed when heโ€™d rolled up his sleeve to show her, clearly impressed by how well it suited him. He never thought heโ€™d have fun getting a tattoo, temporary or not, but the experience had been entirely different with her. Everything felt light, effortless, fun.
As his mind wandered further, Steve found himself imagining something he hadnโ€™t thought about in a long time: the future. The thought of her in a wedding gown, walking down the aisle toward him, made his heart race. He couldnโ€™t help but picture it, absurdly vividโ€”[Y/N], laughing under the lights, her eyes sparkling as she smiled at him in that way only she could. Heโ€™d be there, in a tux, grinning like a fool, probably fumbling over his vows. He could almost hear the judgeโ€™s voice, telling them to kiss, and there sheโ€™d beโ€”his wife, laughing with him as they made it official in a courthouse with nothing but their hearts and a rush of love propelling them forward. The thought made him shake his head in surprise, crimson adorning his cheeks. It was ridiculous, yet felt so very real. He was falling for her in ways he never thought possible.
He tried to focus on other thingsโ€”his next move, the mission heโ€™d just completedโ€”but as much as he tried, the tattoo kept pulling his attention back to her. It wasnโ€™t just the design; it was the way it had been something shared between them. A small, playful gesture, but one that made the whole day feelโ€ฆ connected. He smiled to himself, the thought of her making his heart race again. He shifted uncomfortably under the covers, trying to shake off the sudden rush of warmth that had pooled in his stomach.
But as much as he tried to focus on other things, her laugh kept echoing in his mind, and the image of her running after his vehicle earlier today kept replaying, like something out of a dream he didnโ€™t want to wake from. It was a feeling he hadnโ€™t realized heโ€™d missedโ€”the easy excitement of getting to know someone new. He rolled over onto his side, trying to get some rest, but his mind wouldnโ€™t quiet. No, he thought to himself, he wasnโ€™t about to start feeling this way about her. Not now, not when he had so much left unsaid, so many wounds still open. But as sleep slowly began to pull him under, that feelingโ€”warm and electricโ€”lingered in the back of his mind, making it hard to ignore the undeniable pull he felt toward her.
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The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the streets as Steve revved the engine of the bright red 5.0 Mustang heโ€™d rented for his trip. Heโ€™d opted for the car, not just for the joy of driving it, but because he thought it might impress [Y/N]. Plus, he couldnโ€™t deny that he wanted to show off a little, especially when heโ€™d be picking her up from university. Heโ€™d learned from their conversations how much effort sheโ€™d put into her education and her dedication to her work, and he was eager to see where she spent her days.
He parked the Mustang in front of the university building, its polished surface gleaming under the late afternoon sun. His eyes scanned the steps, waiting for her to appear. Heโ€™d offered to take her to the wedding, knowing how much it meant to her. Heโ€™d also taken the time to ensure he had the right attire, knowing it would be expected of him. He wanted to be the gentleman. But it wasnโ€™t just about impressing her family; it was about showing her that he respected her, that he was willing to step into her world, no matter how different it might be from his.
Soon, she appeared on the steps, a bundle of papers that she had to submit for her master's application clutched in her hand as she hurried down toward him. She wore a light sundress floating around her figure as she walked towards him, and Steve couldnโ€™t help but notice the way the late afternoon sun made her glow. As she approached the car, she glanced at him with a playful grin, her eyes lighting up when she saw the Mustang.
โ€œYou sure know how to make an entrance, huh?โ€ she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she slid into the passenger seat.
Steve chuckled, feeling a slight rush of pride. โ€œFigured Iโ€™d try to keep up with you,โ€ he said, glancing at her as he started the engine. โ€œReady for this?โ€
She nodded, still smiling. โ€œIโ€™ve never been more ready. Just a heads-up, thoughโ€”my parents might give you the look. You know, the โ€˜who is this American?โ€™ look.โ€ She winked, but there was something soft in her gaze that made Steve feel like maybe she wasnโ€™t entirely at ease either.
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m used to โ€˜the look.โ€™โ€ He grinned, determined to be charming despite the tension in the air. He wanted to make her feel at ease.
As they drove toward the wedding venue, Steve kept the conversation light, asking about her studies, her thoughts on the wedding, and what her family was like. She talked about her work with passion, but Steve couldnโ€™t help but notice the slight apprehension in her tone when she mentioned her parents.
When they arrived, he was introduced to her family, his hand shaking politely as he greeted her parents with a well-practiced smile. They werenโ€™t unfriendly, but there was a certain coldness to their demeanor, like they were sizing him up, unsure of what to make of him. Steve, ever the gentleman, took it in stride, asking questions and trying his best to blend in. But as the evening wore on, it became clear that [Y/N] was not quite as comfortable as she let on.
She was whisked away by her family to change into something more formal, and Steve found himself left to fend for, alone in the crowd of unfamiliar faces. He quietly took a seat, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of her.
As the evening wore on, Steve found himself being gently but firmly ushered away from the crowd by one of [Y/N]โ€™s relatives. He was led to a room at the back of the venue, where an array of Barjan formal attire awaited him. The family had been insistent on ensuring he was properly dressed for the occasion, a tradition that Steve hadnโ€™t anticipated.
โ€œI guess Iโ€™ll have to dress the part,โ€ Steve muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as the servant handed him a traditional Barjan tuxedo. It wasnโ€™t quite what heโ€™d expected, but he knew better than to argueโ€”[Y/N] had asked for him to be taken care of, and he wanted to honor that.
The outfit was stunning: a sharply tailored jacket with intricate gold embroidery at the collar and cuffs, paired with sleek trousers that tapered perfectly at the ankle. The fabric was a rich, deep shade of midnight blue that shimmered under the light, and the shirt underneath was a crisp white with a soft sheen. He looked at himself in the mirror, admiring the polished shoes and the way the suit fit him perfectly, as though heโ€™d been born to wear it.
As Steve finished adjusting his tie, he couldnโ€™t help but think about how much this wedding had already become so much more than what heโ€™d anticipated. He wasnโ€™t just here as a guest; he was part of her world, even if that world was foreign to him in many ways. He was eager to see her, to see what she would look like in her formal attire, and the thought of her in a gown left him feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Once he was dressed, Steve rejoined the others in the main hall, where he was greeted by [Y/N]โ€™s family, all clad in their formal Barjan attire. The women wore elegant, flowing gowns, with intricate beadwork and colorful patterns that reflected the islandโ€™s natural beauty. The men wore similarly rich outfits, with patterned vests and gold-accented details that gave them an air of authority and elegance. Steve felt like heโ€™d been transported to another world, one full of tradition, culture, and beauty.
Then, finally, [Y/N] entered, and Steveโ€™s breath caught in his throat. She looked radiant. Her dress was everything heโ€™d imagined and more: a delicate, embroidered gown with a soft blush hue, its flowing fabric catching the light with every step. The intricate patterns on her dress mirrored the ones in her familyโ€™s attire, as though they were all part of one elaborate, elegant tapestry. Her hair was let loose in its natural soft waves, and the sparkle in her eyes made her seem even more ethereal.
She smiled when she saw him, and Steve felt his chest tighten with something he couldnโ€™t quite put into words. โ€œYou lookโ€ฆ incredible,โ€ he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled back, her eyes twinkling. โ€œThank you,โ€ she replied, her tone light but warm.ย 
They shared a quiet moment, their connection palpable. The formal attire, the elegance of the nightโ€”it all felt surreal, yet right at the same time.
Steve couldnโ€™t keep his eyes off [Y/N] as the wedding celebration rolled on. She was radiant, her smile lighting up the room, but it wasnโ€™t just her looks that had him captivated. It was the way she carried herself, effortlessly blending into the crowd while still standing out. He wasnโ€™t used to feeling this wayโ€”not amid all the military stuff he had been through, not after everything heโ€™d seen. But with her, it was different.
As they stood by the drinks table, Steve couldnโ€™t resist a smile. โ€œYou clean up pretty well,โ€ he said, the words coming out more smoothly than he intended, but it was true. She looked stunning in that dress, her laughter echoing in his chest like a warm melody.
[Y/N] looked over at him, her gaze teasing. โ€œFor a guy who usually wears a uniform, you look pretty good in that suit yourself.โ€
โ€œWell, Iโ€™m trying to keep up with you,โ€ he replied, giving her a half-smile. โ€œYou know, trying to make a good impression.โ€
She leaned closer, her voice dropping just slightly, playful but with that edge of seriousness Steve had come to recognize. โ€œYou donโ€™t need to try so hard,โ€ she said, her words almost a challenge. โ€œYouโ€™ve already impressed me.โ€
Steveโ€™s heart skipped a beat. He didnโ€™t know what it was about her that got under his skin like this, but the way she made him feel was disorienting, like the ground wasnโ€™t quite steady beneath him. It had been a long time since heโ€™d felt this muchโ€”anything, really.
โ€œSo,โ€ he said, trying to keep his composure, โ€œwhatโ€™s next? Youโ€™ve already got my attention, and Iโ€™m starting to think thatโ€™s the only thing Iโ€™m focused on tonight.โ€
Her lips curved into a smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. โ€œWell, I guess maybe you should focus on me a little more,โ€ she teased, but there was something deeper in her voice, a subtle invitation that made Steve want to step closer. โ€œAfter all, thereโ€™s still plenty of weddings left, Captain.โ€
Steve blinked at the title, his face softening into a grin. โ€œIโ€™m not used to being called that at a party,โ€ he joked, though his mind was already on the edge, keeping himself from crossing the line. He wasnโ€™t used to this kind of playful banter. In the military, things were direct, and to the point. But with [Y/N], it was different. She made him feelโ€ฆ lighter. Heโ€™d never thought heโ€™d feel this way, especially not in the middle of something so unfamiliar, like a wedding halfway around the world.
He leaned in slightly, just enough to get her attention. โ€œBut Iโ€™ll insist, youโ€™ve got me distracted, more than I thought possible.โ€
[Y/N] laughed softly, as though she was enjoying the chase, but she stayed close enough that their words felt like a secret between the two of them. โ€œIโ€™ll take that as a compliment,โ€ she said, her voice carrying the slightest hint of mischief. โ€œThough, maybe I should keep you on your toes a little longer. Canโ€™t make it too easy for you, Captain.โ€
Before Steve could respond, her parents arrived, their presence immediately cooling the warm atmosphere between them. The formalities kicked back in, and Steve felt a slight shift in [Y/N]โ€™s demeanor. She seemed to retreat into herself a bit, her smile faltering. Her parents were speaking with her in low tones, their voices too serious for the celebratory mood of the evening. Steveโ€™s protective instincts flared, but he knew better than to interrupt family matters.
She tried to give him a reassuring smile as they spoke, but it wasnโ€™t enough. Her parents were speaking to her in hushed tones, their words sharp, but Steve managed to catch bits and pieces with his super-soldier hearing. โ€œYouโ€™ll marry him soon. Itโ€™s already arranged,โ€ her motherโ€™s voice was firm, but there was an undeniable sense of finality in it.
[Y/N]โ€™s expression darkened as she listened, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress as if trying to hold herself together. Steveโ€™s heart ached for her. He didnโ€™t know what was being said, but he could see the pain in her eyes. He wasnโ€™t about to let this go unnoticed, not when it was clear she needed support.
Without a second thought, he moved toward her, gently pushing through the crowd to reach her side. As soon as she saw him, she turned away from her parents, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness.
โ€œ[Y/N]?โ€ Steve called out softly, his voice full of concern as he reached out to her.
She didnโ€™t answer immediately. Instead, she hurried toward the back of the venue, away from the eyes of her family, with Steve following close behind.
โ€œHey, hey,โ€ he said, catching up with her and gently taking her arm. โ€œWhatโ€™s going on?โ€ She looked at him, her eyes wide with emotion. โ€œTheyโ€ฆ theyโ€™ve already arranged my marriage, Steve,โ€ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. โ€œTo someone I donโ€™t even know.โ€
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The drive back to the beach was quiet. The low rumble of the engine was the only sound between them as Steve kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. The Mustang purred beneath them, but it felt hollow in the silence that stretched out like the ocean they were heading toward. Steve was trying to give [Y/N] space, but the tension between them was palpable. He knew she was struggling, knew that what had happened at the wedding had cracked something wide open. The weight of it all hung heavily in the air, thick and suffocating.
The soft hum of the ocean was the only sound that accompanied them as they walked along the shore. The sand beneath their feet was cool from the night air, and the sky was dotted with stars, but the world felt heavy around them. [Y/N] was quiet, her steps slow, her mind still racing with the events that had just unfolded. Steve kept a careful distance, giving her space, but his mind was working overtimeโ€”trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.
They reached the spot where theyโ€™d stood together the day before, where the horizon stretched out before them, untouched and endless. The contrast between that peaceful moment and this was sharp. He could still see the laughter in her eyes, the carefree joy they had sharedโ€”but now, her face was clouded with doubt and fear.
Steve paused for a moment, looking at her as she stared out into the dark expanse of the ocean. He wanted to fix this, to do something, anything, to take away the pain that had suddenly overwhelmed her, but he knew this was something only she could express. He was here to listen, to be present, and that was what mattered right now.
[Y/N] broke the silence, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves. โ€œI thought I had more time, Steve. I thought I had figured things out. I worked so hard for this freedom.โ€ Her voice cracked as she looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. โ€œI thought that if I could prove myself, if I could show them that I could make something of my lifeโ€ฆ theyโ€™d let me go. But now, theyโ€™ve taken everything. They hid my passport. They took my money. And now, I have nothing.โ€
The raw vulnerability in her voice hit him harder than he expected. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out instinctively, resting on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch but didnโ€™t pull away. She needed comfortโ€”he could feel it, even if she wasnโ€™t sure she wanted to accept it.
โ€œ[Y/N]โ€ฆโ€ he whispered, his voice full of empathy. He didnโ€™t know what to say, not really. What could he say to make this better? But she kept going, her words tumbling out like a dam had broken.
โ€œI came back thinking everything would be different,โ€ she continued, her eyes shining with unshed tears. โ€œI thought if I came back successful, I could change their minds. But theyโ€™ve already planned everything. Theyโ€™ve arranged my marriage to someone Iโ€™ve never metโ€ฆ and thereโ€™s nothing I can do about it.โ€
Steveโ€™s heart sank as he heard the desperation in her voice. He wanted to scream, wanted to fight, to tell her that she didnโ€™t deserve this, that she didnโ€™t have to go through this alone. But instead, he just wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, offering her the one thing he could giveโ€”comfort.
โ€œYouโ€™re not alone, [Y/N],โ€ he said quietly, his voice soft but firm. โ€œIโ€™m here, and Iโ€™m not going anywhere.โ€
She pressed her face against his chest, her tears soaking through his shirt. โ€œYou donโ€™t understand. You donโ€™t know what itโ€™s likeโ€ฆ to be trapped like this, with no way out. I canโ€™t even run anymore.โ€
Steve tightened his hold on her, feeling the weight of her pain in his bones. He had faced his fair share of burdens, of being trapped by duty, but thisโ€”this was different. She wasnโ€™t bound by a war or a mission. She was bound by a life she hadnโ€™t chosen, a future her parents had decided for her.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to do this alone,โ€ he said again, his voice hoarse. โ€œWeโ€™ll figure this out. I donโ€™t know how, but Iโ€™m not going to let them take you from your life.โ€
She pulled back slightly, her face streaked with tears, her breath ragged. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign that he truly meant it. That he wasnโ€™t just saying what he thought she wanted to hear.
โ€œI donโ€™t even know how to fight this anymore,โ€ she whispered, her voice cracking. โ€œThey have everythingโ€ฆ They control everything. And I just wanted to live my life. I just wanted a chance to choose.โ€
Steve cupped her face gently in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. โ€œAnd you will. Weโ€™ll find a way. Youโ€™re not stuck. I promise you that.โ€
The tension between them was thick, raw, and emotional. It wasnโ€™t just about the fight against her parents. It was about everything that had been left unsaid, everything that had been building between them. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, a connection that had been forged over the past couple of days but hadnโ€™t fully been explored until now.
โ€œI canโ€™t let you go through this alone,โ€ Steve said, his voice low and steady. โ€œNot now. Not ever.โ€
She searched his eyes, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. There was a tension in the airโ€”an unspoken connection that hung between them like a spark, waiting for someone to ignite it. Steve wasnโ€™t sure who moved first, but before he could think twice, [Y/N] closed the distance, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. The world seemed to fall away in that instant, leaving just the two of them in the quiet of the night, where nothing else mattered.
When they finally pulled apart, their breaths shallow, [Y/N] looked at him, her eyes searching his face. โ€œI never wanted to drag you into this, Steve,โ€ she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. โ€œI donโ€™t want to hurt you, but Iโ€™m scared.โ€
Steve cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. โ€œYouโ€™re not dragging me into anything, [Y/N]. I want to be here. With you.โ€ His voice was steady, but the emotion behind it was raw and real. โ€œWhatever happens, weโ€™ll figure it out. Together.โ€
She nodded, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back more tears. โ€œBut itโ€™s too much. This wedding, this whole thingโ€ฆ it was supposed to be my escape, and now it feels like my worst nightmare.โ€
Steve leaned his forehead against hers, the cool air of the night brushing against them. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady the turmoil inside of him. โ€œLook, maybe this doesnโ€™t mean much in the grand scheme of things,โ€ he said quietly, almost to himself. โ€œBut youโ€™ve got me, [Y/N]. You donโ€™t have to pretend like it doesnโ€™t matter to me. It means something. And Iโ€™m not going anywhere.โ€
Her eyes softened at his words, and despite the storm of emotions, she found comfort in his touch, in the sincerity in his eyes. The tension between them was palpable, but in that moment, it wasnโ€™t just about what they had, or the mess of their circumstances. It was about a promiseโ€”unspoken but understoodโ€”that they would face this together, no matter what it took.
โ€œI canโ€™t promise things will be easy,โ€ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. โ€œButโ€ฆ maybe if you stay, if we try, we could figure this out. Together.โ€
Steve kissed her forehead softly, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. โ€œWeโ€™ll figure it out,โ€ he promised. โ€œYouโ€™re not alone in this, [Y/N]. Not anymore.โ€
And as they stood there, under the stars, in a moment that felt timeless, Steve knew one thing for sureโ€”whatever came next, he wasnโ€™t going to let her face it without him.
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The air in Steveโ€™s hotel room felt different now, quieter, heavier. The events of the day hung between them, both the wedding and the weight of [Y/N]โ€™s revelation. After the drive back to the beach, she had refused to go back home, not wanting to face the reality that awaited her. Steve had insisted she stay with him for the nightโ€”there was no way he could let her face everything alone, especially now. He didnโ€™t know what to do, but he knew he couldnโ€™t just stand by and do nothing.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, Steve rubbed a hand over his face, his mind racing with possible ways to help her. He wanted to be her knight in shining armor, but he couldnโ€™t simply waltz in and fix things with a few words. She was trappedโ€”her passport, her future, everythingโ€”locked away by the people who were supposed to love and protect her.
โ€œ[Y/N], Iโ€ฆโ€ He trailed off, not quite sure how to say what he was thinking. โ€œIโ€™ll figure something out.๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ
She was curled up in the armchair by the window, gazing out at the city lights, her expression distant. She didnโ€™t speak for a long time. She didnโ€™t need to. She didnโ€™t need to tell him how much it hurt, how much it all stungโ€”he could see it in her eyes. The hopelessness, the exhaustion. The realization that this wasnโ€™t just a fight for freedom. It was a fight for her entire life.
Suddenly, something clicked in Steveโ€™s mind. He turned to face her, the idea solidifying. โ€œWhat if I could help you get out of here?โ€ he asked, voice low but urgent.ย 
Her eyes flickered toward him, but the sadness in them didnโ€™t fade. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
He ran a hand through his hair. โ€œI can pull some strings. They have resourcesโ€”people who can help you, maybe even with getting a passport or finding a way to go somewhere else for a while. You donโ€™t have to stay here. You donโ€™t have to stay trapped in this.โ€
She shook her head, the weight of the thought sinking in. โ€œBut theyโ€™ll come for me, Steve. My familyโ€ฆโ€ She trailed off, biting her lip. โ€œI donโ€™t think I can escape them.โ€
Steve stepped closer, his gaze locking on hers. โ€œIโ€™m not going to let you go through this alone. Youโ€™ve got more options than you realize.โ€ He looked down, something catching his throat. He had a lot of connections, but even with all that, he wasnโ€™t sure if it would be enough. But heโ€™d damn well try.
Then, another thought hit him, and he stood, moving toward the table where the papers were scattered. The Mustang. It had been his escape for the weekend, a symbol of freedom, but now it was a tool he could use for her. โ€œI rented it for the trip,โ€ he said, his mind working. โ€œBut maybeโ€ฆ I can buy and sell it. Use the funds to help you get started, to give you a little cushion until we figure out your next move.โ€
Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Steve cut her off before she could speak. โ€œItโ€™s not much, but itโ€™s something. Youโ€™re not going to keep fighting this alone.โ€
[Y/N] stared at him for a moment before shaking her head. โ€œI canโ€™t accept that, Steve. You know I canโ€™t, itโ€™s expensive and itโ€™s too much work.โ€
He met her gaze, determination in his eyes. โ€œYou mean so much more to me than a car, [Y/N].โ€ The words came out before he could stop them, and his chest tightened at the vulnerability in his own voice. โ€œIโ€™m not going to leave you to deal with this on your own. Not now, not ever.โ€
Her eyes softened, but there was still a sadness there. โ€œI donโ€™t know if I can go back to my family, Steve. I donโ€™t think I can survive that again.โ€
A surge of protectiveness ran through him. He stepped closer to her, his hand reaching out, but he hesitated just before it touched her. โ€œI wonโ€™t let them get you.โ€ His voice was rough, but there was an undeniable sincerity to it.
[Y/N] looked down at the table for a moment, then back to him. โ€œI donโ€™t know what Iโ€™d do without you,โ€ she whispered.
Without thinking, Steve gently cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head to meet his eyes. The moment felt suspended, like the world had stilled just for them. He leaned in slowly, as if asking for permission before pressing his lips against hers.
It wasnโ€™t a kiss of passion, not at first. It was soft, tender, like a promiseโ€”an unspoken agreement that no matter what happened next, they wouldnโ€™t have to face it alone. The kiss deepened as the weight of everythingโ€”the pressure, the fear, the hopeโ€”flooded through them both.
When they pulled back, Steve reached into his pocket, feeling out the small, simple ring he had kept for yearsโ€”a ring that had once been meant for Peggy. It was never given, never worn, but he had carried it with him as a relic from the past, a piece of his lost future with her. But it had also been something elseโ€”a lucky charm, a symbol of what was lost, but also what he might still be capable of.
As he looked at [Y/N], a memory flashed in his mindโ€”the conversation with Sharon, her words weighing heavily on his heart.
Youโ€™re still carrying her with you, Steve.ย 
Those words had haunted him. He had spent so long carrying Peggyโ€™s memory, holding onto the past, thinking it was the only way forward. But at this moment, it hit him.ย 
Maybe Peggyโ€™s spirit had always been willing him to move on. To let go of the relics of the past, to make space for something new, something real. He didnโ€™t need to carry that ring anymore. He could finally let it go.
[Y/N] looked up at him, and for the first time that night, she smiledโ€”a real smile, the kind that reached her eyes. โ€œThank you,โ€ she whispered. โ€œI donโ€™t know whatโ€™s coming next, butโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll trust you.โ€
Steve nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he sat beside her, his arm around her shoulders. For a moment, everything felt as it should beโ€”like the world outside didnโ€™t matter, and the only thing that mattered was the two of them.
The following morning, Steve awoke to the soft sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. The room was dim, the early light creeping in through the windows. He turned his head and saw [Y/N] still asleep, curled up next to him. Her breathing was steady, peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos of the night before.
Today was his last day in Barbados.ย 
They hadnโ€™t solved everything, not yet, but they had taken the first step. They had found each other in a moment of vulnerability, and for once, the world outside felt a little less pressing. He smiled softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin.
As he watched her, his thoughts turned to Peggyโ€”her memory, her spiritโ€”but now it felt like a distant ache, not a tether keeping him bound to the past. Peggy had been a part of his journey, but he had learned that it was okay to move on, to let go. The future, whatever it held, didnโ€™t need to be defined by what was lost. It could be shaped by what was right in front of himโ€”[Y/N], a new beginning, a chance to build something of their own.
[Y/N] stirred and slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. A soft smile appeared on her lips as she stretched, still half asleep.
โ€œMorning,โ€ she whispered, her voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.
โ€œMorning,โ€ Steve replied, his heart light, despite everything they still had to face. โ€œHow are you feeling?โ€
She paused for a moment, her eyes searching his as if weighing the sincerity in his words. She glanced down in lost thought before meeting his gaze again. โ€œIโ€™mโ€ฆ okay,โ€ she said quietly. โ€œItโ€™s a long road ahead, Steve. But I donโ€™t feel so lost anymore.โ€
Steve nodded, his hand gently caressing her arm. โ€œWeโ€™ll take it one step at a time. Iโ€™ll help you with whatever comes next. Weโ€™ll figure it out together.โ€
Her eyes softened, and she gave a small nod. She wasnโ€™t fully healed, and there was a long way to go, but there was hope now. And that was enough.
The sun had fully risen by the time Steve and [Y/N] were ready to face the world again. After the heartfelt conversation the night before, it felt like they had made strides, but the morning light brought a sobering clarity.
Steve stood at the window of the hotel room, staring out at the endless horizon, the weight of his duty pressing down on him. He had known this moment would come. He had always known that being with [Y/N] was a fleeting thing, a brief escape from the responsibilities he could never quite shake off. There was a sense of urgency in his chest, a reminder of the mission waiting for him, the world that still needed saving.
[Y/N] had showered and dressed in silence, her face still pale from the weight of everything sheโ€™d gone through. She moved quietly around the room, packing her things as if trying to avoid the inevitable. She hadnโ€™t said it, but Steve could feel her resistance. The distance between them had already started to stretch.
He turned away from the window as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking small in the oversized hotel robe. She wasnโ€™t meeting his gaze, and he couldnโ€™t blame her. She had put everything on the line to be with him, only to have to face the reality that they couldnโ€™t have a future togetherโ€”not now, at least.
โ€œIโ€™ve been thinking,โ€ Steve began, his voice steady but tinged with regret. โ€œI might be able to help you get out of here, help you get your life back. Maybe through SHIELDโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll make sure youโ€™re safe, that you have a way out of this. Iโ€™ll talk to the director.โ€
[Y/N] didnโ€™t respond immediately. She just stared at her hands in her lap, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.
โ€œI donโ€™t want you to do this for me, Steve,โ€ she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. โ€œYou have a lifeโ€ฆ your duty. You donโ€™t have to fix this for me. Iโ€™ll find a way out, one way or another. Iโ€™ve been running from this for years. I can handle it.โ€
Steve clenched his jaw, fighting the frustration bubbling up. โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t have to,โ€ he said quietly, walking over to where she sat. He crouched in front of her, his hands resting gently on her knees. โ€œYou deserve better than this. You deserve more than a life of being pushed around by other peopleโ€™s choices.โ€
Her eyes finally met his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the weight of the world between them. โ€œI thoughtโ€ฆ I thought I could have a different life,โ€ she said softly, her voice breaking as she blinked back tears. โ€œBut I donโ€™t know how to get away from this. I donโ€™t know how to get out.โ€
Steve took a deep breath, his heart aching for her. The situation wasnโ€™t fair, and he couldnโ€™t give her the kind of life she deserved. Not right now.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the wedding ring. It was strange, how something so tied to the past had suddenly become a symbol of hope for the future. He had carried it for too long, unsure of whether he would ever move on, but now it felt right.ย 
He placed the ring in [Y/N]โ€™s hand, his fingers lingering on hers for a moment. โ€œI canโ€™t stay, [Y/N]. You know that,โ€ he said softly. โ€œBut thisโ€ฆ this is for you. It meant a lot to me for a while, and now I want you to have it so you remember that youโ€™re not alone. Youโ€™re stronger than you know, and one day, youโ€™ll find your way out of all this. I believe that.โ€
[Y/N] held the ring in her hand, her fingers wrapping around it as if it were the last thing tethering her to a future she wasnโ€™t sure she could have. Her tears finally spilled over, and she let out a shaky breath.
โ€œYouโ€™re leaving, arenโ€™t you?โ€ she asked, her voice breaking.
Steve nodded, standing up and giving her one last, lingering look. โ€œI have to. Thereโ€™s a world that still needs saving, and I canโ€™t turn my back on it. But youโ€™ll be okay. I know you will.โ€
[Y/N] nodded slowly, wiping her eyes as she looked at him one last time. โ€œIโ€™ll find a wayโ€ฆ to make things right. I will.โ€
They stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of what they couldnโ€™t have settling between them. Steve reached down and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
โ€œIโ€™ll never forget you,โ€ he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. โ€œAnd maybe one dayโ€ฆ if the world isnโ€™t too broken, weโ€™ll find a way back to each other.โ€
She nodded, her heart torn, but she knew the truth of his words. They were both tied to duty, to the things that had shaped their lives. But that didnโ€™t mean they couldnโ€™t remember the good, the fleeting moments of peace they had shared. They would always have those. โ€œIโ€™ll keep this,โ€ she whispered, holding up the ring. โ€œItโ€™s all Iโ€™ll have left of us.โ€
Steve and [Y/N] spent their final hours together. The air between them was thick with the bittersweetness of time running out, but neither of them wanted to waste a single moment.
They spent the day doing little things that made it feel like time had slowed down. A quiet breakfast by the beach, just the two of them, the waves gently crashing against the shore. They walked along the sand, hand in hand, the sounds of the ocean almost drowning out the world around them. They shared memories, laughter, and stories, as though pretending the weight of the world wasnโ€™t pressing down on them.
But no matter how hard they tried, the reality couldnโ€™t be ignored. Time was slipping through their fingers.
In the afternoon, they sat together on the same spot where they had spent their first evening, the sunset painting the sky with shades of pink, orange, and gold. Steve leaned against a large rock, his arm around [Y/N] as she rested her head on his shoulder, both of them watching the fading light. The silence between them was comfortable, but filled with unspoken words.
โ€œI wish we had more time,โ€ [Y/N] murmured, breaking the stillness. She turned her face toward him, her eyes reflecting the same sorrow he felt.
โ€œI wish I could give it to you,โ€ Steve replied, his voice low. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing against her skin like it was the last time he could touch her. โ€œBut youโ€™re strong. Youโ€™ll be okay. Youโ€™ve already come so far.โ€
She gave him a small smile, but it didnโ€™t quite reach her eyes. โ€œWhat about you, Steve? Will you be okay?โ€
He paused, unsure how to answer. He couldnโ€™t promise her that heโ€™d be okay, not when he had so many things pulling him in different directions. But he knew one thing for sure: this day, this moment, was something he would carry with him for the rest of his life. โ€œI think I will,โ€ he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
They sat in silence again, just watching the sunset, neither of them willing to let go of the moment.
As the evening wore on, they went back to the hotel, their movements slower now, almost reluctant. Steve knew what was coming. The inevitable parting. And it hurt more than he had expected.
Before he left the room, [Y/N] handed him somethingโ€”a small, folded piece of paper. He opened it, and inside was a drawing of a Mustang, her version of the car he had rented. On the bottom, sheโ€™d written, โ€œFor when youโ€™re far away.โ€
Steve looked at her, his chest tight with emotion. He didnโ€™t know what to say. The words caught in his throat. So, instead, he stepped forward, pulling her into a tight hug. He kissed the top of her head, breathing her in one last time.
โ€œYouโ€™ll always have me in your heart,โ€ he whispered, holding her as if he could keep her there forever. [Y/N] nodded, her tears threatening to fall.
โ€œAnd youโ€™ll always have me, Steve. No matter where you are.โ€
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Steveโ€™s boots clicked against the cold floor of the Avengers compound as he entered, the familiar hum of the place only adds to the weight in his chest. Heโ€™d just come back from his brief time away, a time he wasnโ€™t sure how to summarize. It had been a whirlwind, a mixture of emotions he hadnโ€™t expected to feel so deeply. But this sudden vacation had successfully changed him.
As he stepped into the common room, he saw Tony lounging on the couch, his eyes glued to a screen. The moment Steve walked in, Tony looked up with a grin, clearly expecting the usual sarcastic quip.
โ€œSo, Cap, how was your vacation?โ€ Tony asked, casually tossing a glance at him.
Steve set down his duffel bag and leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair. He didnโ€™t quite know how to explain what heโ€™d experienced, what heโ€™d left behind. The memories of [Y/N] lingered in his mind, and they felt like a weight he wasnโ€™t sure how to carry.
โ€œIt wasโ€ฆ well, it really helped me, Tony,โ€ Steve said quietly, his voice steady, though there was an undercurrent of something deeper there, something he hadnโ€™t figured out how to unpack yet. He glanced out the window for a moment, as though the ocean and the memories of the beach could somehow soothe him. โ€œI didnโ€™t realize how much I needed that time until it was over.โ€
Tony raised an eyebrow, always quick to read between the lines. But he didnโ€™t push; instead, he took a sip from his glass and leaned back, knowing when not to ask further questions. โ€œGood to hear, Cap. We all need a break now and then.โ€
Steve nodded but didnโ€™t answer immediately. His mind kept drifting back to the last day heโ€™d spent with [Y/N]โ€”how theyโ€™d spent hours walking along the beach, hand in hand, knowing it was the end of something beautiful but fleeting. He remembered the warmth of the sun on his face, the way her smile had both broken his heart and healed it at the same time. But what hit him hardest was the way theyโ€™d parted. There was no easy goodbye, no promise that they would somehow find a way to be together. Just the certainty that life, as it often did, would pull them in different directions.
He couldnโ€™t help but think about that damn Mustang. The one heโ€™d rented for her, the symbol of the escape she had needed so badly. Sheโ€™d drawn it for himโ€”her version of it, something small and tender that he would hold onto forever. The image of her face, so full of determination and quiet sorrow, was forever etched in his mind.
And yet, he knew he had to leave. He couldnโ€™t stay. Duty was calling, and no matter how much he wanted to, he couldnโ€™t just throw everything away. She had her own future now, a future she had fought so hard to build. And he had hisโ€”one that couldnโ€™t afford distractions, no matter how deep the feelings had run.
Tony watched Steve, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. โ€œYouโ€™re thinking about her, arenโ€™t you?โ€ he asked casually.
Steve blinked, shaking himself from his thoughts. He hadnโ€™t expected Tony to guess it so quickly, but then again, Tony always had a way of cutting through the bullshit. He didnโ€™t know how to explain what had happened with [Y/N], what they had meant to each other. And he didnโ€™t want to, not yet.
โ€œI am,โ€ Steve admitted softly. โ€œBut it doesnโ€™t matter. Sheโ€™s going to be okay, Tony. I made sure of it.โ€ His voice was low, steady with conviction, but there was something else thereโ€”a tinge of regret that he couldnโ€™t quite shake.
Tony studied him for a moment. โ€œThatโ€™s good, Cap. But you donโ€™t have to keep it all together all the time, you know? Itโ€™s okay to feel like you donโ€™t have all the answers.โ€
Steve chuckled softly, the humor in his voice tinged with melancholy. โ€œIโ€™m still figuring that out.โ€
Steve had made sure [Y/N] left before him and was taken care of before he made his departure. He had called in every favor, using his influence and SHIELDโ€™s resources to ensure she could leave her old life behind and start fresh. After everything that happened, she deserved a chance at freedom. Her parentsโ€™ control over her life, the arranged marriage, had weighed heavily on her shoulders for so long. But now, with Steveโ€™s help, [Y/N] was free.
With her new identity, a fresh passport, and a financial cushion, she had the chance to build her future on her own terms. Steve knew she had the strength to make something of herself, but it wouldnโ€™t be easy. Heโ€™d made sure she had the right people backing her, a network of allies who could help her navigate her new life, far from the constraints of her familyโ€™s expectations.
She was enrolling in a prestigious university overseas, something sheโ€™d always dreamed of but never had the opportunity to do before. The freedom sheโ€™d fought for was within reach. Her family would never understand, but she didnโ€™t care anymore. She wasnโ€™t the person they had tried to mold her into. She had become her own woman.
But just leaving wasnโ€™t simple. The scars of her past, her familyโ€™s rejection, and the haunting memories of the arranged marriage still lingered. She had to rebuild herself from the ground up, and Steve had been there for her every step of the way, even from afar, even if she didnโ€™t directly know it. Heโ€™d given up a part of himselfโ€”his heart, his peace of mindโ€”just to make sure she was safe and had a future. Heโ€™d set things in motion to ensure she had a chance to be the person she wanted to be, even if it meant not being able to stay in her life.
Heโ€™d watched her go, knowing that despite everything they shared, they could never be together. She was on her own now, and Steve had to let her go. His duty, his responsibilities, and the life he led as Captain America had always come first. But that didnโ€™t stop him from caring for her, or from wondering what might have been, if only circumstances were different.
As the plane took off, [Y/N] looked out the window, leaving behind the life that had almost consumed her. Steveโ€™s name echoed in her heart, but she knew she couldnโ€™t look back. She had to keep moving forward. She had her own life to live now, and she would make it count. For him.
She was heading down a different path now, one of independence, of freedom. He had made sure she had the support she needed, and as much as he wished things had turned out differently, he knew he had to let her go.
Later, as Steve stood in the hallway, his hand on the door to his room, he took one last deep breath. He thought of [Y/N], of the way her eyes had sparkled in the fading light of the sun, of the way her smile had broken his heart. He thought of fading tattoo, of the Mustang and the promise of freedom she had now, and the one thing he had given herโ€”something simple but meaningful: a wedding ring.
It wasnโ€™t his first choice. It wasnโ€™t even his second. It was the one he shouldโ€™ve given Peggy, the one he carried with him for years as a reminder of what could have been. But now, it had found its way to [Y/N]โ€”the woman who had made him feel something more than duty, more than responsibility. He couldnโ€™t keep carrying it, couldnโ€™t keep living in the shadow of his past. He had to let go.
The ring was a relic. It didnโ€™t matter anymore. What mattered was that, for once, he had lived in the moment.
For Steve, it was the kind of love that burned brightlyโ€”intense, fleeting, and beautiful. Like an American wedding, it brimmed with promise, a celebration of what could be. But some things, no matter how luminous, arenโ€™t meant to endure. And maybe that was okay. Because even in its brevity, it left something lastingโ€”a healing fragment of her, etched into his once broken heart, immune to the passage of time.
And like an American divorce, it became a love story confined to memoriesโ€”bittersweet and unfinished. They both knew it could never be more, but the echoes of it lingered, quietly shaping the man he would become.
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g4yforethan ยท 8 months ago
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pairing: steve rogers x male!reader
summary: after a sesh of working out, steve takes this time as a chance to have some alone time with reader
warnings: cursing, kissing, ass!eating, bottom!steve, top!reader, praise k!nk
a/n: the way i've had a crush on chris evans for years is insane like i NEED him.
it was a regular day at the avengers compound. you and steve had been training for what seemed like an eternity. "alright just 5 more y/n. you got this!" steve yelled at you as you were on your 4th set of jumping jacks. you finished and wiped your sweat off with a towel. steve gave you a pat on your back and the two of you sat down."that was some good training right there y/n. im proud of you." steve got up to get you both a water bottle. you couldn't help but notice how fat his ass looked in the shorts he wore and how they suited his ass so well. you had a crush on steve for a while and it seemed like he knew too with the way he teases with you at times.
he turned around to walk towards you and you tried to look away before he noticed. "haha looking at something?" he teased before sitting down next to you. "no no i wasn't trust me." you body langauge spoke for itself as your face turned red and you tried to hide the obvious boner you had. "look i know you've eyeing me for a while now and im flattered but-" he paused as the two of you made eye contact with each other. "listen it's just us two today. how about we give into your fantasies and lets' go up to your room?" you were taken back but you wanted this moment.
the two of you went up to your room as you locked the door and steve quickly took off his shirt. you did the same and got close to him. "fuck you're so beautiful." steve said as your lips met and his hands wrapped around your waist. 'i've been wanting this for so long." you said in between breaths. "yeah well now you're gonna get it." steve said as he unzipped his pants. "caught you staring at something earlier. you wanna eat it donโ€™t you?" you nodded yes as steve turned around and laid his ass in your face. you smacked his ass and began leaving kisses on his ass. you licked and kissed his hole as steve moaned out your name. "fuck keep doing that." he put his hands on your head so you could dig deeper into his ass.
"good fucking boy. you wanna stick your dick in me?" "fuck yes." you replied as your cock was about to burst by itself. you slowly entered steve and laid your hands on his muscular back. he moaned as your cock dug deeper into him and his thick, muscular ass clapped against your dick. you started going at a faster pace and at a certain angle which perfectly hit steve's prostate causing him to grip the bedsheets.
"fuck y/n right there. that's the fucking spot." you enjoyed fucking his hole and grabbed his hair as he naturally arched his back. steve started rolling his eyes back as his moans and ass-clapping filled the room. "i wanna ride that dick of yours before you cum." he said as he pulled out. you laid on the bed as steve took your dick and inserted it inside him. he rode your dick as you touched his ass and rolled your eyes back out of pleasure.
"fuck steve. that feels so good." you said as steve bounced up and down on your cock. he stopped as you wanted to finish in missionary. he laid on his back as you went back inside his hole. steve raised his legs up and crossed them for you to hold for balance. you went faster and faster as steve panted and moaned out of pleasure. you wanted to fuck his hole forever but you felt it. "fucking cum inside me y/n."
steve said as he saw the eager look on your face. you came inside his warm and tight hole as you kissed him. "fuck i feel your nut in me. it feels so fucking good." you laughed and noticed he hadn't finished yet. "you didnt cum? you need help getting there." steve knew what you meant as you turned him around and began sucking his cock from the back. you licked his hole and cock to give steve more pleasure. "ahh fuck. you're so fucking good y/n." you took his cock and sucked on it while also gagging on his 9 inch dick.
"ah ah fuck im gonna cum." he came inside your mouth as you swallowed his warm and thick cum. you got up and laid next to him. you both were a hot and sweaty mess. "hey how about we hop in and get some dinner?" steve said as he rubbed your belly. "haha yeah thats fine." steve got up as you looked at his ass again. "fuck. that really is america's ass." he turned around with a devious look on his face. "you wanna continue this discussion in the shower?" he said as your grinned and rushed to the shower.
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t1red-twilight ยท 3 months ago
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do you ever feel sad and read fics from fandoms you used to be super into? i revel in that nostalgia. everything is fine, iโ€™m fourteen all over again
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imthebadguyyy ยท 2 months ago
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Iron Hearts
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With the same fire and charm that runs in the Stark bloodline, youโ€™ve never been one to fade into the background.
pairing : steve rogers x reader fandom : mcu synopsis : As Tony Starkโ€™s younger sister, youโ€™ve always shared his brilliance and bold personality. Outgoing, witty, and never afraid to speak your mind, youโ€™re just as comfortable stealing the spotlight as your brother is. But when Tony ropes you into joining the Avengers' operations after the Chitauri invasion, the last thing you expect is to clash with Captain America, Steve Rogersโ€”a man so different from the fast-paced world youโ€™re used to. Steveโ€™s stoic, old-fashioned values collide with your free-spirited nature, sparking a connection thatโ€™s as electric as it is infuriating. As the Avengers face new threats, you and Steve find yourselves drawn together in unexpected ways, each challenge bringing you closer. The world is always in need of savingโ€”but will the Iron legacy and a shielded heart leave room for something more?
EPISODE 1 : COLLIDE
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The low hum of machinery filled your private lab, a familiar and soothing backdrop to the glow of various monitors and the holographic interface suspended above your desk. You were in your element hereโ€”surrounded by sleek gadgets, circuits, and blueprints only you understood. The soft, sterile light of the fluorescent bulbs bathed everything in a cool hue, making the outside world feel distant, almost irrelevant. Your hands moved with practiced precision, making the final tweaks to your latest inventionโ€”something sleek, cutting-edge, and powerful. It was not for public eyes, least of all Tonyโ€™s. Let him bask in the glory of his Iron Man suits and his public heroism. You preferred working in the shadows, away from the spotlight. After all, the real power came from the things people didnโ€™t see.
Just as you were about to run another test, FRIDAYโ€™s calm, computerized voice broke the silence. โ€œIncoming callโ€”Tony Stark.โ€
You let out a small, exasperated sigh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Of course Tony would interrupt now, just when you were getting into the groove. Without breaking your stride, you gestured toward the nearest screen, signaling FRIDAY to patch the call through.
Tonyโ€™s face flickered to life on the screen, his usual cocky grin already plastered across his face. He looked annoyingly well-rested for someone who constantly threw himself into world-saving chaos.
โ€œHey, sis. Got a minute?โ€ His tone was casual, but you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. Tony always had an ulterior motive.
โ€œNot for you,โ€ you shot back, though your lips twitched with a slight smile. Youโ€™d perfected the art of giving Tony a hard time over the years. โ€œWhat do you need, Tony?โ€
โ€œCanโ€™t a brother call to check on his favorite sibling?โ€ He leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
You raised an eyebrow, feigning indifference. โ€œWe both know Iโ€™m your only sibling.โ€
โ€œTouchรฉ,โ€ he admitted, chuckling softly. "But seriously, I need you."
You froze momentarily, your hand hovering over the interface. Tony rarely outright asked for help, and when he did, you knew it was big. Slowly, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest as you gave him your full attention.
โ€œI need my secret weapon,โ€ Tony added, his voice dropping to that tone he used when he really wanted something.
You blinked at him, skeptical. โ€œSecret weapon? Tony, Iโ€™m not about to be your backup tech support.โ€
Tony grinned, undeterred by your resistance. "This isnโ€™t just tech support. Itโ€™s big. New team, new mission, bigger stakes. And who better to help me keep this bunch in line than you?"
You hesitated, glancing at the half-finished prototype on your desk. For years, youโ€™d operated under the radar, happy to let Tony soak up the limelight. Being his sister came with a certain level of scrutiny youโ€™d avoided like the plague. You preferred the quiet. The idea of stepping into the Avengers' worldโ€”especially nowโ€”seemed chaotic at best.
โ€œIโ€™m not suiting up, if thatโ€™s what youโ€™re thinking,โ€ you finally said, narrowing your eyes at him. The last thing you needed was to get dragged into one of his world-saving escapades in some shiny new armor.
โ€œOf course not,โ€ Tony grinned, though there was a playful glimmer in his eyes that told you he wasnโ€™t ruling anything out entirely. โ€œJust come to the Tower, meet the team. If you hate it, you can go back to hiding in your lab and pretending youโ€™re not a genius like me.โ€
You rolled your eyes, though the thought lingered. A new team? A new mission? Maybe it wouldnโ€™t hurt to check it out. If things went south, you could always disappear back into the shadows. But something in Tonyโ€™s tone hinted at urgency, something serious brewing on the horizon. He wasnโ€™t just calling for fun. He needed you.
With a resigned sigh, you pushed off from the desk. โ€œFine. But this better not be some ploy to get me into an Iron suit.โ€
Tonyโ€™s smirk widened. โ€œNo promises.โ€
The call ended with a flicker of the screen, and you were left standing in the soft hum of your lab, the weight of Tonyโ€™s request hanging in the air. You glanced at your half-finished prototype one last time before grabbing your jacket, muttering under your breath, โ€œWhat have I gotten myself into?โ€
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Later, at Avengers Tower, you stepped into the grand lobby, the space sprawling before you like something out of a futuristic movie. Towering glass walls reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling effect that made the entire room shimmer. High-tech displays blinked with data and notifications, while sleek metallic accents added to the modernity. It was a world apart from your cozy lab, and you couldnโ€™t help but marvel at how Tony had truly outdone himself with this place. The grandeur was impressive, but you felt a knot tightening in your stomach, a sense of unease settling in as you stepped further inside.
Just as you took another step, a voice sliced through the air behind you, cool and assessing. โ€œSo youโ€™re the sister Tony doesnโ€™t like to talk about.โ€
You turned to face him, your heart pounding slightly at the sight of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his muscular frame radiating authority. His expression was carefully neutral, but there was an edge to itโ€”a mix of skepticism and something akin to wariness. He looked you up and down, his gaze critical, and you could already sense the judgment simmering beneath the surface. He thought you were just another Stark, another piece in Tonyโ€™s ego-driven game.
โ€œAnd youโ€™re the soldier out of time,โ€ you replied, matching his coolness with your own. The words felt sharper than you intended, a defensive instinct kicking in. โ€œNice to meet you.โ€
Steve offered a tight nod, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he didnโ€™t smile. โ€œTonyโ€™s told me a lot about you.โ€
โ€œAll bad, I hope,โ€ you shot back, a hint of a smirk dancing on your lips. But Steveโ€™s expression remained unyielding, the weight of his gaze unwavering.
โ€œIโ€™m not here to judge,โ€ he stated, but his eyes bore into you, steady and measuring, as if he were trying to peel back layers of your identity with sheer will alone. โ€œJust here to see if youโ€™re serious.โ€
โ€œSerious?โ€ You scoffed, your heart racing with indignation. โ€œAbout what?โ€
โ€œAbout helping, about doing whatโ€™s right. Weโ€™ve got enough egos on this team.โ€
Your smirk faded, replaced by a flash of frustration. โ€œYou donโ€™t even know me.โ€
โ€œI know your brother.โ€
โ€œYeah, well, Iโ€™m not Tony,โ€ you retorted, your voice sharper than you intended. The tension between you crackled in the air, palpable and thick. You hated the feeling of being judged before someone even bothered to know you, and clearly, Steve didnโ€™t like the idea of another Stark stepping into the fold.
For a moment, silence engulfed you, and you could almost hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears. The intensity of Steveโ€™s gaze felt like a spotlight, and you wondered if he could see through your facade, exposing the vulnerabilities you kept hidden. You could sense his protective instincts flaring, the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders, and somehow, you felt like an outsider even though you were family.
Just as the tension threatened to spiral further, Tony strolled into the room, an air of nonchalance enveloping him. โ€œHey, you two! Getting along already?โ€ His grin was impossibly wide, brightening the atmosphere even as it made the air around you feel heavier with unresolved tension.
You shot Tony a glare that couldโ€™ve cut through steel. This was not the time for his usual bravado. Steve merely shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching in an attempt to contain a smile. โ€œWeโ€™ll see,โ€ he replied, his tone light but his eyes still fixed on you, as if he were weighing the likelihood of your success in this new venture. Then, with a final, assessing glance, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, frustration simmering just below the surface.
โ€œGreat. This is off to a fantastic start,โ€ you muttered under your breath, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension churning inside you. The day had barely begun, and already you could feel the weight of expectation bearing down on you. As the lobby buzzed with the energy of heroes and high-tech innovation, you couldnโ€™t shake the feeling that you were walking a tightrope, teetering between proving yourself and succumbing to the shadows that felt all too familiar.
With a deep breath, you steeled yourself, reminding yourself that you were here to help. No matter what Steve Rogers thought, you had your own strengths, your own path to carve in this world. You just had to figure out how to make them see that.
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The air in the war room was thick with tension as Tony briefed you on the mission, his voice crisp and urgent. โ€œSo hereโ€™s the deal: leftover Chitauri tech has been activated by HYDRA operatives in the city. Itโ€™s supposed to be a routine clean-up mission, but we know better than to underestimate anything HYDRA gets their hands on.โ€ His brow furrowed, the usual playful glint in his eyes replaced by a seriousness that made your stomach knot.
You listened intently, nodding as he laid out the plan. But as he insisted you tag alongโ€”even if just to observe and assessโ€”you felt a mix of excitement and dread. You werenโ€™t officially part of the team, yet here you were, being dragged into the chaos by your brotherโ€™s unwavering belief in your abilities.
When you arrived at the scene, the streets were already in chaos. The sounds of sirens blared, drowning out the shouts of frantic civilians being evacuated. Smoke billowed into the air, curling around toppled cars and shattered glass. You felt a chill run down your spine as you surveyed the destruction.
Amid the chaos, Steve barked orders at the rest of the team, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise like a beacon of hope. You hung back, monitoring the situation from a mobile unit that Tony had rigged up for youโ€”a lifeline of information in a storm of uncertainty.
โ€œStay behind the lines!โ€ Steve called out to you over his shoulder, his tone firm as he and Natasha led the charge into the fray.
You rolled your eyes, a mixture of annoyance and determination bubbling inside you. "I know what Iโ€™m doing, Captain," you shot back, trying to sound more confident than you felt. The last thing you wanted was to be coddled like a helpless child.
Just as the fight erupted, the atmosphere shifted. A crackling energy surged through the air, and before you could process the threat, one of the HYDRA operatives unleashed a pulse from the Chitauri device. The wave of electricity shot toward you, a blinding flash of danger that sent adrenaline coursing through your veins.
In that split second, everything shifted. Time seemed to slow as you braced for impact, your instincts screaming at you to move, to do somethingโ€”anything. But before you could react, Steve surged forward like a force of nature. He slammed his shield into the ground with a resounding thud, creating a barrier that absorbed the surge of energy before it could reach you.
You stumbled back, wide-eyed, the reality of what had just happened crashing over you like a tidal wave. Steve turned to you, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration. โ€œI said stay behind,โ€ he said, his voice clipped, but there was a hint of protectiveness that made your heart race.
โ€œI had it under control,โ€ you snapped back, though deep down, you knew that wasnโ€™t entirely true. You felt a surge of embarrassment rising within you, the remnants of the adrenaline making you defensive.
Steve didnโ€™t argue further, but his gaze lingered on you, his eyes searching yours as if he were trying to gauge the depths of your resolve. The moment stretched out, thick with unspoken tension, and you could sense a silent acknowledgment between youโ€”this was new territory for both of you, a fragile thread connecting your destinies.
But as quickly as it had come, the moment shattered. With a final look that communicated both concern and determination, Steve charged back into the fray, his shield raised high as he fought against the chaos. You stood there, heart racing, grappling with a whirlwind of emotionsโ€”frustration, admiration, and a flicker of fear for what lay ahead.
With a deep breath, you refocused on the task at hand. You werenโ€™t going to let this moment define you. You had to prove to yourself, and to Steve, that you belonged hereโ€”among heroes and legends. The fight was just beginning, and you were ready to carve your place in it.
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The mission concluded in a flurry of activity and relief, but the tension between you and Steve lingered in the air like an unresolved chord. Back at the Tower, you settled in front of the computer, the glow of the screen casting an almost ethereal light across your face as you replayed footage of the battle. Each frame brought back the chaosโ€”the electricity crackling, the screams of civilians, and Steveโ€™s shield slamming into the ground just in time to save you. The rush of adrenaline from earlier mixed with a more unsettling feeling as you examined the moment you almost lost everything.
As you scrolled through the footage, you felt a presence behind you. You didnโ€™t need to turn around to know it was Steve; the weight of his gaze felt palpable, a steady warmth that contrasted sharply with the intensity of the battle you had just fought. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his silhouette framed by the soft light of the hallway, watching you with a quiet intensity.
โ€œYou handled yourself well out there,โ€ he finally said, his voice low and sincere, cutting through the silence that surrounded you.
Surprised, you glanced up at him, momentarily meeting his gaze. โ€œThanks,โ€ you replied, your voice a mix of pride and humility.
โ€œBut next time,โ€ he continued, the firmness returning to his tone, โ€œdonโ€™t make me have to save you.โ€
A small, teasing smile tugged at your lips, a spark of your trademark confidence flaring up in response. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Captain. I wonโ€™t,โ€ you shot back, your tone light, though beneath it was a current of seriousness.
Steve didnโ€™t respond immediately, his expression shifting as he studied you. In his blue eyes, you caught a flicker of something deeperโ€”perhaps a grudging respect, maybe even a hint of admiration. It made your heart flutter unexpectedly, a rush of warmth that was both thrilling and confusing. The Captain of America saw you, and for a moment, the weight of expectations from being Tony Stark's sister lifted, replaced by a connection that felt genuine.
He nodded once, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment shared between you, before turning to leave. As he walked away, you couldnโ€™t shake the feeling that this wasnโ€™t just another fleeting exchange. You were carving out your own space in this team, proving that you were more than just Tonyโ€™s sisterโ€”you were a force to be reckoned with in your own right.
Left alone in the dim light of the lab, you turned back to the screen, but your thoughts were no longer on the footage. Instead, your mind lingered on Steveโ€™s quiet strength, his unwavering resolve. You were beginning to understand that there was more to him than just the Captainโ€”the man behind the shield had his own battles, his own vulnerabilities.
And you felt an undeniable pull towards him, a sense of camaraderie that was slowly transforming into something deeper. The mission had ended, but the journey was just beginning, and you were more determined than ever to prove yourselfโ€”not just to Steve, but to the entire team.
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The mission had been a success, but the moment Steve saw youโ€”Tonyโ€™s sisterโ€”standing there, he felt the weight of responsibility tugging at his heart. He knew you had potential; heโ€™d seen you handle yourself with surprising skill, but he wasnโ€™t prepared for how much the little spark in your eyes got under his skin.
Leaning against the doorway, he watched you replay the footage of the battle. You were focused, your brow furrowed in concentration, and it captivated him. You radiated a unique blend of confidence and determination, much like your brother, yet with a warmth that was distinctly your own.
When he finally spoke, telling you that you handled yourself well out there, he truly meant it. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a mix of admiration and wariness wash over him. You were Tonyโ€™s sisterโ€”his little sister. He recalled the stories Tony had told him about your childhood, the sibling rivalry, and how fiercely protective Tony had always been of you. That instinct felt like a wall between them, even as he felt drawn to you.
โ€œDonโ€™t make me have to save you,โ€ he warned, hoping to impress upon you the importance of caution. He had seen too many people underestimate their enemies, and he didnโ€™t want you to be another victim of that recklessness.
Your responseโ€”light and teasingโ€”pulled a small smile from him, but it was quickly overshadowed by concern. โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Captain. I wonโ€™t.โ€ It was infuriating how effortlessly you seemed to deflect his concern. You had a spark that reminded him of Tony, but there was something more disarming about you. Something that made it hard for him to maintain his composure.
He nodded, more to himself than to you, before he turned to leave. He didnโ€™t want to admit how much your presence affected him, how he found you attractive in a way that made him question everything he knew about focusing on the mission. But he also understood that getting involved with Tonyโ€™s sister could complicate thingsโ€”complicate his already tangled life.
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As the days turned into weeks, you became a more permanent fixture in the Tower, and Steve couldnโ€™t help but notice how effortlessly you blended into their chaotic team dynamic. Watching you interact with the others was eye-opening. You had Tonyโ€™s quick wit, but there was a warmth in your approach that brought out the best in everyone.
He remembered a moment during a team meeting when Clint made a joke at your expense. Without missing a beat, you shot back, โ€œIf youโ€™re going to insult me, at least make it clever.โ€ The room erupted in laughter, and Steve found himself chuckling along, secretly impressed by your tenacity.
But the more time he spent with you, the more he struggled with his feelings. You were intelligent, fiercely capable, and incredibly braveโ€”qualities he admired. Yet every time he looked at you, he felt the ghost of Tonyโ€™s protective nature hovering over them. He could practically hear Tony warning him to keep his distance, reminding him that you were off-limits. It was a mental tug-of-war, and every glance between them only heightened his awareness of how close they were getting.
One evening, you both worked late in the lab. He caught you watching him as he threw punches at a training dummy, a curious smile dancing on your lips. It was a moment of connection, but it also made his heart race in a way that both thrilled and terrified him. He knew you were trouble, yet there was something about you that drew him in, like a moth to a flame.
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incorrectwandanat ยท 1 year ago
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steve: cut nat some slack, y/n, she's in love!
reader: that's not really my problem-
steve: sheโ€™s in love with you!
reader: oh.
reader: i will not deny that brings me in the loop a little.
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niabiabloop ยท 1 year ago
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Y/n: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.
Bucky : Next time youโ€™re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your exโ€™s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.
Steve: There were so many mixed messages in that I canโ€™t-
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pixiexdusts-world ยท 2 years ago
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Incorrect quote
Bucky: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Y/n: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Natasha: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Steve: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Tony: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and got a really bad burn.
Peter: โ€ฆ
Peter: I have emotional scars.
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noamm7 ยท 7 months ago
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I hate liking you
paring : steve rogers x male reader
genre : angust and fluff?
word quotation : 1.078
summary : you think Steve hates you, then one day you decide to confront him and discover something else (much better)
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You are part of The Avengers and somehow you get along with all the members, except one, Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America. You donโ€™t know why, but whenever you try to interact with him, he avoids you or simply ignores you. Whenever you try to give an opinion on something, he simply arches his eyebrows and furrows his brow, sometimes simply ignoring you or disagreeing, as happened again this time.
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You were in the conference room with the rest of the team discussing a strategy for defeating some monster or being that had come from another dimension in space. While some were talking about their strategy, you decided to share yours, but as soon as you spoke, Steve quickly countered saying it โ€œwouldnโ€™t workโ€ and that it โ€œcould harm the entire team if this were done.โ€ This left you silence for the rest of the meeting, only observing.
After the meeting, you waited for everyone to leave, leaving only you and Tony, who was your close friend. Tony noticed how bothered you were with what happened at the meeting and decided to speak up, โ€œYour idea was good, but-โ€œ Before Tony could finish, you cut him off, โ€œI donโ€™t understand what his problem is. Itโ€™s always like this, whenever Iโ€™m about to say something or whenever Iโ€™m about to give an opinion on something important, he simply dismisses me. I think he hates me.โ€
โ€œNah, he doesnโ€™t hate you, heโ€™s just a complicated guy to, uhโ€ฆyou know, he came from a different era than weโ€™re in now,โ€ Tony tries to reassure you. โ€œI donโ€™t think thatโ€™s the problem. Iโ€™ve seen the way he acts with everyone on the team, and Iโ€™m the only one he doesnโ€™t get along with.โ€ You speak with an indignant expression, shaking your leg in a frantic manner.
โ€œI think you should talk to him, itโ€™s better than coming to your own conclusions,โ€ Tony says, trying to help you resolve whatever issue there might be between you and Steve. โ€œYou think I didnโ€™t try? He either ignores me or makes it seem like it's no big dealโ€ฆ which it could beโ€ฆ but either way, I've tried talking to the guy, and he's clearly not open to talking to me."
"It doesnโ€™t hurt to try one more time, try to catch him off guard, maybe a scare will make him talk,โ€ Tony suggests in an ironic tone before standing up from his chair. "Come on, it's late, and a superhero needs to rest. Plus, I've still got some projects to finish.โ€ You sigh before you stand up and pass through the door, giving him a soft โ€œthanksโ€ before you leave.
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after that same day
You were already in bed trying to fall asleep, but what Tony had said was preventing you from having a peaceful night's rest. You shifted restlessly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but none seemed to work. You then decided to go to the kitchen and make a hot milk to see if it would help you fall asleep.
You descend the stairs and walk a few more meters to reach the kitchen, only to notice that someone else was already there. The kitchen was completely dark, except for the light from the open fridge illuminating the robust figure standing with its back towards it, preparing some food.
You didn't have to try very hard to recognize who the figure was. It was Steve, and you quickly thought about going back to your room, but before you did, you remembered what Tony said - "catch him off guard" - and This was the perfect time.
You quickly and silently entered the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible as you approached Steve, who was too preoccupied with adding cinnamon to his own hot milk to notice you. Without hesitation, you called out to him, causing him to freeze and in a split second, grab his cup of milk and quickly move away from you.
Before he could move any further away from you, you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm and tugged him back towards you. It was unusual, considering he was a "super soldier" and you didn't have the same amount of strength as he did, but you didn't think about it too much as you now had him face to face and could ask your question.
"Why do you hate me?" you ask without any hesitation. "Why do you hate me, Rogers?" Steve is taken aback and tries to say something, but not much comes out. "What...I...what kind of a question is that?" You sigh and quickly say, "You didn't answer my question, why do you hate me? Why are you always avoiding me and ignoring everything I say? This definitely has an answer, Rogers, and I think I deserve to know."
You and Steve lock eyes for what feels like a million years, the tension between you palpable enough to be cut with a knife. Steve sighs before finally speaking, 'I don't...I don't hate you...I hate that I like you.' You stand there frozen and stunned until Steve speaks again, quicker this time. 'But I realize...that's not a problem.' In a split second, Steve closes the distance between you and he, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
The kiss is calm and passionate, and you make no attempt to draw away, so you remain there in the darkness of the kitchen, just illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company.
Hey guys, I really liked this, I was inspired by a part of a headcannon that I read from fear street, written by @mordredisacoolname , so I owe him all the credit โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน
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fay-draws-just-because ยท 1 month ago
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you:( you the hell is Bucky:(
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purehypnotic ยท 12 days ago
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โ€งโ‚Šหš ๐Ÿฎ โ‹… ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’‚๐’”๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’… โ€งโ‚Šหš ๐Ÿฎ โ‹…
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๐‘บ๐’•๐’†๐’—๐’† ๐‘น๐’๐’…๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“๐’” ๐’™ ๐’‡๐’†๐’Ž!๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’†๐’“
๐’”๐’–๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’š: ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’๐’…-๐’”๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”, ๐’Š๐’๐’„๐’๐’–๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘บ๐’•๐’†๐’—๐’†
"๐€๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ?" ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ ๐š ๐›๐š๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐š ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ญ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ.
"๐‡๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐žโ€ฆ" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ. "๐”๐ฉ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ž, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ญ. ๐‘๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐’๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž (๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ).
"๐‡๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž'๐ฌ ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž.
"๐€๐ฅ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญโ€ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ," ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ญ.
"๐„๐ก, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐. ๐–๐ž'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ," ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐, ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
๐€๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐š ๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ƒ๐•๐ƒ๐ฌ, ๐‚๐ƒ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ž.
"๐–๐š๐ข๐ญ, ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž, ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž. "๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š, ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž.
"๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ, ๐›๐š๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค," ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ƒ๐•๐ƒ ๐›๐ข๐ง, "๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐๐š๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ, ๐ˆ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐." ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž.
"๐–๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ," ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐, ๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐•๐ƒ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ญ. "๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐จ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐, ๐ญ๐จ๐จ, " ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐, ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ƒ๐•๐ƒ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฅ. "๐ˆ ๐ญ๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐š๐ฒ," ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐, ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก.
"๐–๐š๐ข๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ," ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ž๐.
"๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐š ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ.
"๐‚๐š๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐•, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐š๐ฒ" ๐‡๐ž ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐.
"๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ก, ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐“๐• ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ก๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ฒ'๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ.
"๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ˆ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐จ๐ฅ๐-๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ž๐, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ฌ, ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐จ๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐š ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ.
"๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ" ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก, ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ง๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ณ๐ž.
"๐‡๐ž๐ฒ, ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง'๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ ๐จ๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ซ๐š ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐-๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ž๐, ๐ž๐ฑ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
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Bucky: *messages the boys at 3am*
Peter : *replies back soon after*
Steve: What the fuck are you doing awake, go to sleep
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