#steve rogers tours america

[mentalmeles]

Was listening to Star Spangled Man With a Plan (as one does) and it got me thinking about Steve during his USO tours--mainly Steve and his relationship with the USO girls.

At first, the USO girls are all business and are only polite to Steve when they have to be. They're not cold to him, but they're not particularly friendly or warm either. They just stay in their lane and he stays in his. Maybe, after a bit of time, one or two of em decide to test their luck and flirt with Steve, but he declines their advances every time. (I know that the MCU says it's canon that Steve lost his virginity to one of em or something like that, but I'm actively choosing to ignore that he had sex with any of em at all lmao)

But then, after doing a handful of tours, one of the USO girls decides 'fuck it' and decides to throw Steve a bone;

"Can you help me zip up my outfit?" She asks.

Steve flounders a bit at first, but she assures him that she doesn't mean anything by it. She only wants his help. She's letting him help. So, he does. Suddenly, from that moment on, the majority of the USO girls begin to ask Steve for help too--whether it be for their outfits, their hair, or their makeup. Maybe it's because they've realized he's not going to try anything. Maybe they've realized just how lonely he really is. So, over time, they begin to let him in on their card games, their smoke breaks (even though Steve himself doesn't smoke, since it doesn't do anything for him now, anyway), and talks about home. They even teach him some dances and acrobatics. Eventually, Steve gets comfortable enough to tell them about Bucky. He tries not to say too much, lest he give away the true depth of their relationship. He's not the best at lying, so he speaks in half truths. He's always very careful. He has to be, after all.

But then, maybe, one of em figures it out anyway.

"You're sweet on him, aren't you? Your friend?" She asks. It's the girl who first asked for his help. The one who first let him in.

And Steve is so fucking scared all of a sudden. He doesn't know how she figured it out. He thought he'd been hiding it well. He had been so careful. So careful. Fuck, what will he do if she tells people? If she tells people what he is, it's all over. They'll send him home and he'll lose his one actual chance of potentially getting out on the field and helping Bucky. And Bucky... If word somehow gets to the army... What will they do to Bucky?

But then, suddenly, she drops another bombshell;

"I have a girl back home," she says quietly. "I had a feeling you were in the same boat as me, what with the way your eyes look every time you talk about him. Her eyes do the same thing when she talks about me. Everyone back home thinks she's just my best friend. But she's worth a helluva lot more than that."

Steve can only stare at her. For a moment he wonders if she's lying, but everything about her--all the way down to her voice, her expression, and posture--tells him that she's being honest. He gives a broken laugh, suddenly feeling very, very small.

"Yeah. Yeah, he is too. Worth a helluva lot more to me than just a friend, I mean..."

She nods. "Does anyone else know?"

"I think one of his sisters might. But, other than that, it's just you." He pauses. "What's her name?"

"Hilda. I call her Hildie."

"That's right. You've mentioned her a couple times... She sounds wonderful."

"She is." She pauses for a moment before speaking again. "You know, you can talk to me about him. Whenever you want or need. People like us...we gotta stick together, ya know?"

Suddenly, Steve doesn't feel like he's talking to a friendly coworker. He feels like he's talking to a friend.

So, he gives her one of his increasingly rare smiles, real and warm. "I think I'd like that," he says. "Thank you."

[punkbarnes2]

Quick sketch inspired by 1989 (Taylor's Version) 💕 can't wait for it

[artkiving]

What If...? The Winter Soldier attends CAPTAIN AMERICA's USO TOUR (1945)

Catch the Star Spangled Man in your city! Book Tickets now!

You know he waited in line all day!😭🩵 (another textless version below👇🏼)

Extra Points to anyone who can guess what's going through Bucky's head....

(reblogs and shares super appreciated 🩵)

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 2nd » Prompts: Revenge for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

[confused-alien]

🎶 You’ll be my American boyyy~ 🎶

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Squeaky Clean 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You start work as a maid but you're not prepared for the mess your client brings with him. (maid AU -- plus!reader)

Note: yeah...

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

This isn’t where you pictured yourself. Even as a cynic, it’s not a job you would aspire too. You’re realistic. Practical. You do what needs to be done. And you suppose, at the end of the day, that’s all this is. Cleaning is rarely enjoyable but it needs to be done. 

You have your kit. The agency gave that to you for a $30 fee. Wonderful, you get to pay for supplies. Business is business. Just another way of the world. The bucket is weighed down by the cleaners, the sponges, clothes, etc. The vacuum is a rental and weighs down your trunk with the broom and mop from your own apartment. You’re not buying a whole new set just for this. They’ll do the job. 

You can settle for that. For what will do. For the bare minimum. Life has been a lot of that. You’re not the only one living that way so why feel sorry for yourself. Get through it, get over it. 

The map on your phone leads you to the address. It’s a big place. One of those high-end townhouses. Not new but renovated. Protected by some city ordinance for ‘historical preservation’. Under that, they sell for nothing less than two million. Yep, you expect that. Logic and practicality are easy bedmates. 

You park and feed the meter. Again, paying to make money. The world runs on money. Put in a little and hope for a few cents to get you by. 

You get out and grab your bucket. You'll come back for the rest when you need them. Zuli, the woman who went over the expectations with you assured you that most clients are away during a service call. They don’t like mingling with the help. If they are around, you likely won’t see them. Or they won’t acknowledge you. 

You can suck up your pride. It’s that city mindset. When you’re on the subway, you keep your head down, you don’t make eye contact. If you hadn’t taken this damned job, you wouldn’t be slogging through New York traffic in the company pinto. A job is a job, money is money, everything is simple if you just parse down your expectations. 

You climb the front steps and as you go to ring the doorbell, a lens built in to protect the overpriced property, the door opens. You retract your hand in surprise. Bad timing? 

The man that greets you is tall and blond. He wears a button up; brown plaid, and khakis. He looks like a cut-out husband from a 1950s advertisement for laundry soap. ‘Give your a fresh scent’ or whatever. 

 Strangely, he also tweaks your memory. Do you know him from somewhere? That’s not possible. You don’t know anyone you’re not forced to know. 

“Mister...” You lift your phone and check the app. “...Rogers.” 

Oh, right. Steve Rogers. You thought it was a coincidence. It can’t be a very uncommon name. You really didn’t anticipate the Captain America opening the door, even in Brooklyn. 

“You must be...” he says your name with a smile. “You can just call me Steve.” 

He holds out his hand. You look at it and stiffly set down the kit. You shake it, out of courtesy. Just your luck. You get one that wants to chat. 

“I’ll give you the tour,” he squeezes your hand firmly before he lets go. “You can get the lay of the land.” 

Another false promise. You should be used to those by now. Those written directions Zuli mentioned are out the window. You get the full curated walk through. 

“Thanks,” you nod and bend your knees. 

He’s quicker than you. Stronger too. Obviously. But the way he easily scoops up the bucket, it’s like he’s picking up no more than a pillow. The act adds to the hint of mortification in prickling behind your ears. Here you are, in sweats and a bandana, in a nice neighbourhood, and now you’re faced with the primped and pristine golden boy. 

He backs up and gestures you inside, the bottle of bleach wiggling in the bucket. You enter and stop on the matter. You slip out of your shoes as he shuts the door. He turns, coming close, close enough that his warm radiates through the back of your hoodie. 

“You can hang up your sweater,” he reaches to tap a peg on the coat rack mounted on the wall. 

“Sure,” you unzip the hoodie and hang it. 

The house is nice. Organized. You wonder why he needs a maid but then again, you suppose even if he can do it himself, he might not want to. Or have the time. How much leisure does he have when he isn’t saving the world. 

It’s a pretty standard layout. You’ve seen homes with a similar floor plan by the fixtures are loose and corroded and the floorboards splintered. Nice places, just aged. Owned by those who can’t afford hired help. 

You notice a few original pieces, restored, but emblazoned with the patent that demarcates them as turn of the twentieth century. Almost as old as the man leading you around. You go through the first floor, the second floor, and come back down. 

“So, I’ll be around here and there. I don’t really have a solid schedule but I’ll try to have you come in around the same time, make it easy on you,” he explains. He has a hand on his hip as he gestures with the other; like he’s ordering around his soldiers, rather, his avengers. 

“Right,” you nod again.  

Taking orders isn’t that hard. They remind you of someone else but they’re not difficult. It’s harder when you don’t know what others want. When disappointing them is easy. 

“Any questions?” He asks. 

“No,” you shake your head. You stand awkwardly, waiting. You clear your throat. “I can take that.” 

You reach for the kit and he flinches as he looks down. He chuckles, “oh, oh yeah. Heavy. Let me know where to put it. I’ll save you the pulled muscle.” 

“Really, I can handle it,” you grab the handle, next to his hand. He resists for a moment then lets you take it. He could keep it from you if he wanted. That thought is something else. This man is powerful in more ways than one. “Thanks.” 

“No problem, and whatever you need, water or whatever, let me know,” he offers as he slides one heel back. “I’m up in my office today so you can do that last.” 

“Makes sense,” you accept and turn away.  

Kitchen first, that’s the most tedious. 

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers

Summary: It's the 1940's, and you're a dancer on the infamous USO tour showcasing Captain America. You're due on stage in 5 minutes, but Steve's too busy with his face between your legs.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, exhaustion, innocent!Steve (kinda)

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“We’re on in 5 minutes! I repeat, 5 minutes. Did you hear Mr Rogers?”

“Hmm? Yeah, 5 minutes, I heard!” Steve’s head perked up from between your legs, wetness coating his lips and chin as he shouted through the door to the stage hand.

Your body collapsed onto the desk, completely worn out. Eyes heavy, struggling to stay open, and lungs burning with how out of breath you were. “Please, I need to go and get ready; the girls will wonder where I am”.

Steve licked his lips and began to spread your thighs again, his hold hard enough to leave bruises behind as you sighed heavily, head falling back against the mirror. “Just one more; I know you can do it, then you’ll feel much better when you’re dancing baby”. His face descended to your cunt, tongue lapping at your already sensitive hole, his nose pushing and stroking against your engorged clit.

Steve had been at it for what felt like hours. You were one of the dancers on his USO tour across America, dancing and singing every night in a new city to sold-out crowds. You watched as the infamous Steve Rogers sold the bonds and punched fake Adolf Hilter in the face for the crowd's entertainment.

The tour had been going on for weeks as the war ravaged worldwide. Steve had kept to himself, appearing to be scared of any female that walked past him, let alone any of the dancers or singers on stage, even though he had hundreds of women ready to throw themselves at him.

You felt bad for him, the big superstar who sat lonely in his room every night, so you worked up the nerve to speak to him one day. He was sweet, attentive, and very innocent, and you quickly drew him out of his comfort zone. A few kisses and cuddles turned into more risque. He was a virgin when you first met him, and you were completely respectful of that, but after a few awkward fumbling, you decided to take charge and show him how to move, touch and feel, pleasuring both him and you.

The first time Steve made you cum, it was like a light bulb switched in his brain. He was obsessed. The more you taught him about your body, the more he would want to hear your sweet melodic sighs of euphoria, to the point that it was starting to interfere with your work.

Which brings you to today. You’d visited him in his little dressing room at the back of the theatre, intending to get his lunch and ended with your panties on the floor and skirt bunched around the waist and legs over his shoulders as he ate you out to perfection. Every suck and lick had your back bowing and fingers trembling to cover your mouth to stop those outside the door from hearing your multiple orgasms.

Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out. You were stuck between being wholly exhausted and wanting the moment never to end. Due to past experiences, you knew that Steve’s stamina was devastatingly good due to the super serum. Once, you’d fucked all night, and you couldn’t walk the following day and had to call in sick to the show, which Steve was pink-cheeked and apologetic for, forgetting just how fragile you were compared to him.

You were getting close to that point again, attempting to push against his shoulders weakly, knowing you should stop but not wanting him to because you were so close to your next orgasm. You weren’t sure how many you’d had; all you were aware of was that your pussy was plump from all the stimulation, your clit was throbbing to the point that Steve could feel your heartbeat against his tongue, and your hole ached from the number of times it had clenched and tightened.

“Just one more”, Steve had repeated so many times that you could hear him saying it in your lucid mind. Slumping back against the mirror, the pleasure built, his tongue lapping your juices and stroking your clit, plunging and twitching in your pussy as he held you down on his desk.

The waves of the orgasms throbbed through your entire body, your hands pulling at his hair to move him away from your pussy as you sat up, losing control for a second as your body tried to process the euphoria.

“You’re so beautiful, Doll. You’ve done so well for me”, Steve encouraged, his hands massaging your aching thighs as you tried to catch your breath. As the pulses in your cunt calmed, you leaned forward until your head rested against his shoulder, his arms moving around your hips as he cradled you close.

“I might need to cancel the show”, you say, trying to wiggle your toes but finding your limbs were slow in response.

Steve moved back slightly to look at your flushed face, “You know you can’t do that, Baby. You’re on your last warning. Sorry, I’ll try to stop doing this before shows; sometimes I just can’t help myself.”. He pecks your lips softly, and you lean into the touch and try to slow your breathing to calm your body.

A knock at the door disrupts the embrace, “We need you at the stage door in 1 minute!” The stagehand shouts through the door, and you refrain from groaning.

“Could you help me get dressed, please?”

“Of course!” Steve was as sweet as ever, finding your panties and shorts for your costume and helping to pull them back onto your trembling legs. When you tried to stand and straighten your skirt and top, your knees buckled, but thankfully, he caught you, holding you for a couple of seconds until you found your strength.

Looking in the mirror, you tried not to cringe at the streaks you’d left behind on the surface, and then there was your appearance, completely glazed-over expression, and hair a mess, but you didn’t have time to sort either. Rushing to the door, you cringed internally and how sensitive you felt between your legs and how uncomfortable it was to walk with your pussy slightly swollen.

Steve was behind you, opening the door to allow you to step out and rush to the curtain. Making sure no one else was around, you turned and leaned up to kiss him sweetly, “Break a leg.” you wished him luck before running to join the others, who all gave you exacerbated looks for nearly being late.

The show was nearly a disaster; your legs became heavy halfway through from exhaustion, but thankfully, Steve caught you, somehow managing to play it off as part of the play, catching the damsel before continuing with the show.

Your entire body was warm to the touch, and the bright overhead lights only worsened it. As you danced across the stage, you became increasingly more aware that your panties were drenched, your pussy still flowing with juices, to the point that you were worried it had leaked through your shorts for the audience to see.

By the end, your cheeks ached from fake smiling, and the muscles in your legs were burning to the point that you collapsed on the stairs as you exited the stage. You were exhausted, eyes hardly open as one of the girls asked if you were okay.

“Sweetheart? Are you coming down with something?” the show manager asked, but you waved everyone away.

“I’m fine; I just need to sleep”, you explained whilst thanking one of the other girls who had returned with a glass of water.

“What’s going on? Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, pushing his way through the crowd. Your body heated even more as Steve’s eyes widened briefly before he tried to mask his reaction. It was evident in your contract that you were not allowed to form intimate relationships with the show's star, which of course was Steve, so whatever it was that you had with Steve had to stay hidden, even though you were sure everyone suspected it.

“Everything’s fine, Mr Rogers, she’s just cooling off”, the manager attempted to move his prize possession away, not wanting him to worry about any of the girls and push him back to his awaiting taxi.

“She doesn’t look fine; why don’t I take her to a doctor?” Steve suggested, lowering himself so that you were both eye to eye.

“She doesn’t need a doctor; she’s fine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” the manager tried to reassure, but you were too tired even to respond.

“Ok, let me rephrase this, I’m going to take her to a Doctor, now move out of my way”, Steve demanded, actually standing up to the manager for once as he slid one arm under your knee and the other supporting your back as he lifted you, your head rolling onto his shoulder.

You relaxed into the hold, the sway of it helping to lull you into a half-asleep state. Only when the two of you were alone in the taxi did you decide to speak finally. “I don’t need a doctor, I just need to sleep”.

“I know, baby. I just wanted to get you away from everyone. I’m sorry for going so hard earlier, and I’ll try and calm it down from now on”, Steve apologised, holding your body close to his as the taxi began to move towards the motel you were all staying at.

You grinned, tilting your face towards his, “I didn’t say you had to stop, Steve”.

His eyes flicked between your lips and eyes, a small smile forming on his handsome face. Giving you a quick kiss on your temple, the two of you relaxed into the embrace as you quietly fell asleep.

[stonyinspiration]

Tony absolutely loves children. It surprised Steve at first to discover that Mr. Playboy-Billionaire would let a sticky hand even near one of his expensive suits—surely it must be a fluke or a ploy to have sex with single mother. The more Steve gets to know and love Tony Stark, the more it becomes an irrefutable fact he genuinely loves children. He grants them a spotlight of his attention that most adults aren’t even granted, and in that moment he makes them feel like the most important person in the entire room.

Tony visits children’s hospitals but handles the visits with humility and discretion, seeking no media praise for his “good deed”. Stark Industries partners withcharities that design disabled children personalized prosthetics, and Tony is as excited to present these children with prosthetics as they are to receive them.

Tony especially loves babies. He’s a natural with them, and mother’s are always charmed to see him interact with them. Yeah, Steve’s convinced Tony’s charmed several single mother’s into his bed before, but that was just a bonus. Tony evenvolunteers at orphanages and cuddles the babies to aid healthy development, and the babies always seem completely relaxed in his embrace, drifting easily to sleep as though he has cast a spell on them.

There’s a part of Steve that fears he will adopt on a whim:

“Look, Steve! This is my son, Tony Jr. —TJ for short. You’re going to have to move out of the penthouse to make room for TJ’s things.”

Steve on the other hand is at best tolerant with children. It’s not that he doesn’t like children, but it’s more so the fact that he’s always unsure what exactly they want from him. The interactions always feel awkward and forced, especially when it’s a pre-arranged event.

There’s also a mental checklist of questions that PR strongly advises he ask himself before engaging in any interaction:

1) Are they looking for a genuine interaction with Steve Rogers, “The Man”, or with Captain America,“The Icon”?

2) Does the interaction warrant playing big or going with a natural approach?

3) What profound wisdom would Captain America pass on?

4) What does America represent to you?

At these events the children expect him to dazzle them like a giant action figure come to life or some kind of clown, and no matter how he plays the part, he’s sure he’s somehow disappointed them.

How the interactions usually go with kids (and parents):

“It’s inappropriate to ask how many Nazi’s I’ve killed.”

“No, I really don’t want to perform choreography from the ‘Star Spangled Man’.”

“Yes, the ice was cold. Yeah, I slept a long time.”

“No, I’m not going to jump from that building.”

“I can’t go to your school to beat up the kid bothering you.”

“Ma’am, please remove your hand.”

“I don’t want to arm wrestle you, sir.”

The only time he’s happy to hang around children is when he’s visiting the Children’s Hospital. As heartbreaking as it is, bringing much needed joy to sick children and their grateful parents is the least he could do.

As for babies….Well, they kind of terrify him. He hates having babies shoved into his arms. It’s been happening to him since the USO tour and he has no idea why strangers continue to do so when every baby he’s ever held has cried and desperately tried to break free of him. No, he does not want to hold your very breakable, squirming pile of flesh for an awkward photo op.

[gunsandspaceships]

MCU Timeline: Captain America: The First Avenger

March 10, 1917 - James Buchanan Barnes is born.

August 15, 1917 - Howard Anthony Stark is born.

July 4, 1918 - Steven Grant Rogers is born.

April 9, 1919 - Margaret "Peggy" Carter is born.

Why 1919 (deleted scene from The Avengers) and not 1921 (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), as stated in Wikipedia: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not canon for the MCU (events of the show take place in another universe, where Peggy was born in a different year and had a different background).

1934-1936 - young Peggy serves as a nurse in the British Air Force.

1936-1940 - Peggy serves in the Special Air Service.

1940:

Peggy joins the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Howard founds Stark Industries and becomes its CEO.

May 1941 - Steven Rogers attends a Dodgers vs The Phillies baseball game at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn.

March 1942 - Red Skull invades Norway and extracts the Tesseract.

1942/1943 - The Allies receive a gift from Wakanda: Vibranium. It is given to the SSR's Head Engineer - Howard Stark.

1943:

June 14:

13:50 - Steve gets his last 4F.

And his last beating in the alley a couple of hours later.

Evening - he and Bucky go to the "World Exposition of Tomorrow", where Howard demonstrates his (almost) flying car. Steve meets Dr. Erskine and gets a (falsified) 1A.

June 15:

Sergeant James Barnes heads to Europe with the 107th Infantry Regiment.

Candidate Rogers begins his trial week for Project Rebirth at Camp Lehigh in NJ.

June 21 - Dr. Erskine makes his choice and informs Rogers. They talk about it, about the serum and HYDRA.

June 22, morning - Steve becomes a super soldier. Erskine is killed. The last vial of serum is destroyed.

June 23:

Rogers is offered a position in the USO theater (to help sell war bonds) and receives a (fake) rank of captain.

Night - SSR (including Peggy and Howard) is being retasked to fight HYDRA and goes to London, UK.

July-October - Captain America's US tour (over 200 performances).

November 3rd:

Captain America show in Italy.

Night - Steve goes behind the lines to a HYDRA camp in Austria to rescue Bucky with the help of Peggy and Howard.

November 5th - he returns with 400 (CATFA) or 163 (CATWS) liberated soldiers.

A couple of days later - SSR in London. Based on the locations of HYDRA bases remembered by Rogers, they develop a plan to combat HYDRA. Steve puts together a team.

Marvel Studios' mistake: the medals and badges Steve wears don't make any sense at this particular moment. He simply had neither the time nor the opportunity to earn the Combat Infantry Badge, or the Presidential Unit Citation Badge, nor could he receive the American Defense Service Medal.

Next day, 8 am- Steve meets with Howard and receives his vibranium shield.

1944:

November 1943 - November 1944 - Howling Commandos destroy HYDRA weapons factories.

December 1944 - January 1945 - attack on the train with Dr. Zola. Bucky falls from the train from a great height and is declared killed in action. Zola is captured.

1945:

Soon after, early January - the Valkyrie is finished and ready to attack major US cities. SSR receives information about the location of HYDRA's main base in the Alps and heads there.

Next day - SSR attacks HYDRA's main base. Red Skull teleports to Vormir. The Tesseract is lost in the Arctic Ocean. Crash of the Valkyrie. Steve goes into suspended animation.

After January 1945 - Howard Stark leads expeditions to find Rogers. He finds the Tesseract, but not Captain.

March 23, 1945 - Case №17 is opened. James Barnes "joined" the HYDRA branch in the USSR.

May 8, 1945 - VE-Day.

Spring-Summer 1945 - Howard is involved in the Manhattan Project.

1946:

December 1945/January 1946 - Peggy is assigned to the SSR office in New York.

March 1946 - events of "Agent Carter" one-shot.

2012:

Early 2012 - 67 years later, Steve Rogers is found frozen but alive.

April 2012 - Rogers wakes up in the S.H.I.E.L.D. recovery room in New York City.

Iron Man (2008) Timeline

The Incredible Hulk (2008) Timeline

Iron Man 2 (2010) Timeline

Thor (2011) Timeline

The Avengers (2012) Timeline

[brw]

Marvel Comic Characters and if they would be pro Dazzler or pro Luna Snow in the stan wars

Kamala Khan – Luna Snow, obviously. Gets cancelled online for having Luna in her top tracks in her Spotify wrapped despite publicly taking a selfie at a Dazzler concert.

Northstar – Dazzler, obviously. Cancelling Kamala for backstabbing Alison, takes it so seriously and @'s every mutant who hasn't spoken out in support of Dazzler.

Steve Rogers – Not officially involved but the official Captain America twitter account or whatever retweets a fancam of him to a Luna Snow song so he's included as part of the opposition despite probably having never listened to either of them ever.

Storm – Dazzler, obviously, although footage of her dancing at the club to a Luna Snow song does surface and #StormIsOverParty trends for 5 days straight.

Janet van Dyne – Dazzler, and goes out of her way to repost all the Dazzler tour outfits she's designed for her on her Instagram when the war starts.

Black Bolt – Luna Snow, doesn't have any social media account though so makes Medusa collect all the juicy bits of drama and gets her to publicly invite Luna Snow to perform in Attilan.

Pixie – Dazzler, suicide-baiting Luna Snow stans.

Johnny Storm – Getting suicide baited for saying congratulations to Luna Snow for her Seoul Music Awards win. Later goes viral for copying one of her dance moves from a music video.

Reed and Sue – Neither of them cared, but then Franklin got heavy into Luna Snow so now they're defending her for their son. Sue especially has an argument while wine drunk at a party with Janet over it.

Warren Worthington III – Dazzler, does a press release about it and gets clowned on for weeks and weeks and weeks.

Sasquatch – pro Luna Snow entirely to spite Northstar.

Amadeus Cho – Luna Snow, doxxing Dazzler stans.

Juggernaut – Dazzler, got doxxed by a mysterious twitter user with a Hulk icon.

Wonder Man – Wasn't involved until he accidentally included two Chappell Roan tracks when someone asked him what his favourite Dazzler song was and then started reposting Luna Snow concert pics a week later to spite all the people who dogpiled him.

Karma – Luna Snow, accidentally makes Cannonball cry by implying he's racist for liking Dazzler more.

[mintyys-blog]

Saw this in a marvels game a kpop star who has a hero alias silver fox or something(srry frgot)

I wonder if steve found out his teammate and girlfriend y/n has a popstar side he knew when someone showed steve her version of y/n performing star spangle man with a plan . Them having embarasment, fun while he finds it funny her being a popstar recreating it . Lol tony made a side by side video of steve and y/ns version with y/n has the same vibes as sabrina carpenter

POPSTAR— steve rogers x reader

WARNINGS: nothing.

The sound of laughter echoed through the Avengers compound. It wasn’t unusual—especially when Tony was involved—but the sheer volume of it made Steve wary. As he entered the common room, he found several of his teammates gathered around a large screen.

“Ah, speak of the man of the hour!” Tony grinned, gesturing dramatically toward the television. “Cap, you might wanna sit down for this.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. “What did you do?”

Instead of answering, Tony simply pressed play.

The screen flickered to life, and Steve’s stomach immediately dropped at the all-too-familiar opening notes of Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. He braced himself for the black-and-white footage of his wartime propaganda days—but what he got instead made his brain short-circuit.

It was you.

Dressed in a dazzling, retro-inspired outfit, microphone in hand, dancing effortlessly as you belted out his song with modern popstar energy. Your movements were fluid, natural—grinning and winking at the camera, completely in your element. The crowd in the video ate it up. Cheers and screams nearly drowned out the music as you twirled, delivering the performance with an ease Steve never had when he was forced to do the same.

“Is this—” His voice caught in his throat.

“Oh, it gets better,” Tony snickered. With the press of a button, the screen split in half.

On the left: Steve Rogers, 1940s, stiff as a board in his ridiculous Captain America stage costume, awkwardly dancing with the chorus girls, clearly wishing for the ground to swallow him whole.

On the right: You, effortlessly stealing the show, hitting every note, every move, every charming little expression as if you were born for the stage.

The room erupted in laughter.

“Oh, my God,” Natasha wheezed. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Doll,” Bucky drawled, shaking his head, “how the hell did you keep this a secret?”

You, who had been hiding your face in embarrassment, groaned. “I knew this would come back to haunt me.”

Steve finally found his voice. “You’re—when did—what is this?!”

You peeked up at him. “I may have had a pop career on the side before I joined the Avengers…”

Tony waggled his eyebrows. “Correction: she still has one. Billboard charts and everything.”

Steve blinked. “What?”

Sam clapped him on the back, barely holding back his laughter. “Congrats, Cap. Your girl just outshined your entire USO tour.”

The heat crawled up Steve’s neck. He didn’t know whether to be proud or mortified. He glanced at you, seeing your shy but amused smile, and something in his chest melted.

Then, Tony hit play again, and Steve groaned as your dazzling performance once more played alongside his stiff, reluctant one.

“Turn it off,” he groaned.

“No way,” Tony smirked. “I’m making this the official Avengers training montage.”

You laughed, finally moving to wrap your arms around Steve’s waist. “C’mon, Stevie,” you teased, looking up at him with those sparkling eyes. “It’s kinda cute how we both have this in common.”

Steve exhaled, shaking his head with a chuckle. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it.”

“…Yeah,” he admitted, pulling you closer. “I really do.”

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Begin Again (Steve Rodgers x Reader)

Everyone is born with a soulmate timer.

A delicate set of glowing numbers, inked into the skin — counting down to the exact second you'd meet the one person destined to change everything.

Yours had always been different.

You were seventeen when the countdown stopped. Midnight on the dot. No warning. No explanation. No one new had entered your life. No chance encounter. Just... nothing.

Doctors told you it was a glitch. Scientists claimed it was impossible. You didn’t argue — not out loud. But something inside you knew that it hadn’t been a mistake.

Something had happened. Or maybe... someone.

You learned to live with it. Ignored the stares from people who noticed the frozen numbers on your wrist. You told yourself love didn’t have to be written in time.

Years passed.

You found work at the Smithsonian, curating exhibits — ironic, really, considering how stuck you felt in the past.

While everyone else moved forward, your future had stopped at seventeen.

Then one day, everything changed.

It started with a headline: "Captain America Found Alive." Pulled from the ice after seventy years. Breathing. Awake.

Steve Rogers.

You hadn’t thought of the name in years. But when you saw his picture — grainy and distant — your heart stuttered.

Not because of the fame. Not because of the story. But because something about him felt familiar. Like a dream you'd had and forgotten.

That night, you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection.

The numbers on your wrist hadn’t moved in years. But as the clock hit midnight, something flickered.

One second. Then two.

Your timer had started again.

— — —

You met him three days later.

It was supposed to be a quick meeting — Steve had requested a private tour of the newly updated Howling Commandos exhibit. Your team assigned you as his liaison.

He was polite. Reserved. Taller than you expected. Eyes filled with something you couldn’t name — grief, maybe. Or wonder. Or both.

You were halfway through explaining the artifact restoration process when it happened.

He looked at you.

Really looked at you.

Then his gaze dropped to your wrist. And slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted his own arm.

His numbers were glowing. Bright. Warm.

Alive.

“You too?” he asked, voice rough with disbelief.

You nodded, tears already stinging the corners of your eyes. “It stopped when you went into the ice.”

Steve stepped closer, eyes never leaving yours. The noise of the museum seemed to fade into silence.

“I guess...” he exhaled, almost laughing, “I was late.”

“You came back,” you whispered. “That’s all that matters.”

He reached for you — cautious, gentle — fingertips brushing your arm like he still wasn’t sure if you were real.

Time, the very thing that tried to keep you apart, had finally brought you back together.

— — —

The kitchen in the Avengers compound was unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. Sam was halfway through making pancakes, and Natasha had commandeered the coffee pot with an intensity that dared anyone to question it.

Steve walked in like a man with a secret.

Which, of course, meant both of them looked up immediately.

“What’s with the face?” Sam asked, raising a brow. “You look like you just found out Bucky’s on TikTok.”

Steve blinked. “Is he?”

“Not the point,” Natasha cut in. She poured herself a cup and eyed him carefully. “Something happened. Spill.”

Steve hesitated.

He wanted to tell them. But there was something fragile about it — like if he said it out loud too soon, the moment would disappear.

Still… these were his people.

He exhaled slowly and leaned back against the counter.

“I met her,” he said quietly.

“Met who?” Sam asked, flipping a pancake.

Steve looked down at his wrist.

At the glowing numbers that hadn’t moved in seventy years — numbers that had suddenly come back to life the moment he looked into your eyes.

Sam dropped the spatula.

“No,” he breathed. “You’re serious?”

Nat stood straighter, her expression softening. “Steve…”

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Yeah.”

Sam stared. “You met your soulmate. Finally? After all this time?”

Steve couldn’t help it — he laughed. It bubbled out of him, surprised and a little disbelieving.

“I was at the Smithsonian. She works there — in curation. She were assigned to walk me through the Commandos exhibit.”

He paused, eyes distant like he was reliving it.

“I didn’t notice anything at first. I was too in my head. Then she looked at me… and it hit me like a truck.”

He lifted his wrist again, the soft glow of the timer still visible. “The numbers started ticking again that night. After decades.”

Nat leaned against the counter, her voice low and warm. “What did they say?”

Steve chuckled. “She just... looked at me. Said it stopped when I went into the ice. Like she knew. Like she'd been waiting.”

Sam shook his head slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Man, that’s crazy. I thought those timers were bull, but this? This is next level rom-com fate.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know what to do now. I mean — I just met her. But I feel like I’ve known her forever.”

“That's the point, isn’t it?” Nat said. “The clock doesn't lie.”

Sam grabbed two plates and started stacking pancakes. “Alright, so what’s next? You gonna ask them out or just awkwardly stare at her across museum glass for the next six months?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I already asked if we could meet again. Coffee, maybe. Something simple.”

“Let us know if you need a wingman,” Sam said, handing him a plate. “Or, you know, someone to make sure you don’t start talking about war bonds and ration cards on the first date.”

Steve gave him a dry look. “Noted.”

Nat tilted her head, her expression turning just a little mischievous. “Are you nervous?”

He hesitated. “Yeah. A little.”

She smiled. “Good. That means it matters.”

Later that day, Steve sat alone on the balcony, his phone in hand, thumb hovering over the message he'd typed and re-typed four times.

Hi. This is Steve. I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee sometime this week? No museum stuff. Just… us.

He stared at it for a moment, then hit send before he could overthink it again.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the numbers on his wrist ticked on — soft, steady, alive.

And for the first time in a long time, the future felt wide open.

[keyboardsmashess]

Stars, Stripes, and Stage Lights

Chapter Two: Good Luck, Babe!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC

Warnings: language, eventual smut, innuendo, angst, fluff. MINORS DNI. A/N: Hello, my loves! WOW, posting once a week is so weird (even if I am working on two fics at a time). To everyone who came here from The Siren, thanks for understanding the change in frequency ❤️ I'm in the middle of getting diagnosed with an autoimmune disease, so my life has been a lot of doctor's appointments and stealing time to write in waiting rooms 🙃 Anywho, enjoy chapter two! Things will pop off soon, I promise 😘

Summary: It's time for the team to come up with a plan to keep Kassie safe, but Steve isn't sure he's going to like it.

Chapter Directory

THE NEW YORK MOMENTS

Unholy Chaos by Arthur Christenson

At the second New York stop in popstar Kassie Cantor’s Holy Tour, a coordinated attack by five unnamed operatives left fans reeling. After using an explosive device to blast a hole in the stage floor, the operatives attempted to kidnap Cantor. Fortunately, well-known Avengers Captain America, The Siren, and Sergeant Barnes were on the scene and put a stop to the attack.

“It was crazy,” one anonymous fan stated. “They moved so fast. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened to our queen if they hadn’t been there.”

Preliminary reports indicate that seven fans were injured while exiting the stadium, though no injuries appear to be serious.

Cantor’s publicist had this to say: “We’re deeply saddened by the injuries fans sustained due to circumstances beyond our control, and we are very grateful to The Avengers for their assistance.” 

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Almost immediately, Kassie strikes up a comfortable conversation in the car with two out of three Avengers. The Siren - Cleo, she tells Kassie to call her - is actually a fan, so the two have a little fun talking shit about Kassie’s recent ex.

“I couldn’t fucking believe it when I saw them together,” Cleo says, frowning deeply. “I’m not gonna lie - I wanted to throttle him.”

Kassie smiles wryly. “You and me both, but Luke is such a fame whore that the bashing he’s getting from all my fans is probably a pretty good substitute.”

Cleo folds her arms, and the guy who introduced himself as Bucky gives her an adoring look. “Good,” she says. “He deserves it. And The Saturn Chronicles was a fucking stupid movie, by the way.”

“I agree,” Bucky says, grinning at Cleo.

Kassie tips her head back and laughs. “You two are so sweet.” Cleo blushes and Bucky puts an arm around her shoulders. “If every guy looked at his girlfriend like that, I wouldn’t have to write breakup songs anymore.”

“But they’re so good!” Cleo says, and Kassie laughs again.

The two women chat like that through the entire ride, and Kassie honestly feels grateful for the distraction. She has absolutely zero desire to think about the earlier events, and talking with a fan who also happens to be an Avenger is the perfect excuse to focus on anything else.

Captain America - Steve, he insisted - doesn’t participate much, but Kassie doesn’t really mind. He seems a little uncomfortable with her - maybe even shy, so she figures she’ll leave him be for now.

When the car pulls up in front of the Avengers Tower, an identical SUV pulls up behind and Kassie tenses. She relaxes instantly, though, when the door opens.

“Ricky, I didn’t know you were coming.”

He smiles nervously as the group of five enter the Tower. “Apparently my attendance was requested.” He pauses and lowers his voice. “By Tony Stark.”

Kassie giggles at her manager, finding it silly that he’s still able to be star-struck despite his famous clients, and Steve shoots her a look as they step onto an elevator.

The group exits onto a nondescript floor and files into what looks like a conference room. Kassie takes a seat first, letting everyone else file in around her, and they’re soon joined by the Tower’s owner.

“Tony, good to see you again,” Kassie says with a smile.

“You too, Miss Cantor,” he says with a rakish grin. Cleo scoffs at him, and he shrugs at her. “If you wanted to go to parties with pop stars, you should’ve been a billionaire instead of a professor.” She glares, and though Kassie doesn’t get the joke, she lets it go.

Rick schools the fanboy expression off his face and gets down to business. “So, why is Kassie here?” 

“We need to know why HYDRA targeted her - if they’re after her specifically, or if her concert was a distraction for something bigger,” Steve says, suddenly sounding very in-charge. 

Kassie rolls her eyes at being spoken about like she’s not in the room, but it isn’t like she’s not used to it. “She has no idea why she was targeted, but she would also like to find out,” she says pointedly, crossing her arms under her sparkly top. Steve blushes, looking anywhere but the singer, and she can’t help but smile a little.

Tony makes a face. “Some of the intel we were able to intercept makes me think they wanted you specifically, but none of it gave any clues to why.”

Kassie frowns, her nose scrunching up. “Why would evil agent guys want me?”

“I’m not sure,” Steve says, shaking his head, “but given how public your life is, we can’t be certain they won’t try taking you again. We’ll do our best to question the operatives from tonight, but HYDRA agents are pretty notorious for not talking.”

Frank’s forehead is creased with worry. “If you think they might come after her again, what can we do? Should we cancel the rest of her tour?”

“Are you kidding me?” Kassie laughs. “That is not an option.”

Steve huffs a little sigh, sounding almost frustrated. “I’m sure that’s not your first choice, but if it’s in the best interest of your safety, then -”

“Look,” Kassie interrupts him. “If you don’t know why they’re after me, and I don’t know why they’re after me, then who’s to say they won’t find me regardless of where I am? Why would I cancel my tour - disappointing thousands of fans and putting people out of work, by the way - if we don’t even know that it would make a difference?”

Tony leans forward. “She’s got a point, Cap.”

Steve glares at his teammate, running a hand through his hair. “Well then what do you suggest we do instead, Tony?”

“I say one of us keeps an eye on her. She’ll be protected, and we can get to the bottom of whatever crackpot plan HYDRA is up to. Two birds, one stone.”

Kassie honestly isn’t convinced that this wasn’t a one-off thing, but if an Avenger wants to follow her around for their own peace of mind, she’s not going to complain about it.

Cleo looks like she’s about to volunteer, but Tony shoots a look across the table that silences her. “I think Captain Boyscout here should do it.”

Steve gapes at him. “Why me?”

Tony shrugs. “Lite Brite is busy with her little research project, which means Barnes is also busy. Natasha and Legolas are off doing their thing, Banner isn’t really a mission guy, and I… Well, I don’t want to.”

Kassie stifles a laugh at the irritated look on Steve’s face. “Come on, Captain. I’m not that bad.” She bats her eyelashes at him with an innocent smile. “We might even have some fun.”

Steve blushes bright red, and Bucky leans forward with a serious look that seems to be taking all of his concentration to maintain. “I agree with Stark. You’re clearly the only man for the job.”

Steve sighs deeply, defeatedly. “Alright, fine,” he says. “Bucky and I know the most about how HYDRA works, and he is busy with other projects, so I’ll take the mission.”

Kassie winks at him, renewing his blush. “Your country thanks you, Captain.”

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Steve really doesn’t like what he’s gotten himself into, here. He’s been on plenty of missions, traveled to plenty of places, but this? Babysitting a popstar? He isn’t one to have a big head, but still - this doesn’t seem like a job for Captain America.

And yet here he is, packing a bag so he can follow Kassie Cantor around eleven more North American cities.

He looks up from his leather duffle bag when he hears his front door opening, just in time to see Bucky waltz in and throw himself down on Steve’s bed.

“You look like you’re packing for a funeral, punk. You could be at least a little excited.”

Steve levels a flat look at his best friend. “Excited? About babysitting duty? I don’t think so.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Come on, man. Things have been relatively quiet around here, and aside from morning runs, you haven’t left the Tower in weeks. This could be fun - like a vacation.”

Steve chuckles dryly. “This isn’t my idea of fun, Buck.”

“Maybe that’s why it’ll be good for you. Get you out of your comfort zone a little. Life isn’t all frontlines and fighting evil, y’know.”

Steve narrows his eyes. “You’re a lot more annoying now that you’re happy, you know that?” 

Bucky barks a laugh and pushes himself off the bed, ambling out of the room. “Just think about what I said, okay? Try to loosen up a little.”

Steve returns to packing, turning just as Bucky reaches the door to call, “Jerk.”

Bucky chuckles. “Yeah, love you too, punk,” he says, and then Steve is left alone. Again. Always.

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Kassie watches Steve with interest as he boards her plush tour bus. She’s lounging on a couch in the main area, snacking on macarons and wearing a pair of pink, lacy lounge shorts and a white tank top. 

“Cookie?” she asks, holding out the box in Steve’s direction. 

He furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head. “No thanks. Where can I put this?” he asks, hefting his duffle bag.

Kassie lets out a squeak of surprise. “Is that all you brought?”

“I learned to pack light,” Steve says with a shrug. “Where can I put it?”

She smacks her palm against her forehead at the repeated question. “Duh, sorry! Follow me.” Kassie stands from the couch and leads him past the sitting area, through a kitchen with a dinette, and into an enclosed room with four bunks and a small bathroom. “You can take whatever bunk you want. Sometimes crew members ride along and crash here, but it’s not consistent.”

“Of course,” Kassie says with a mischievous grin, “if this isn’t suitable for the great Captain America, you can always stay with me in the master suite.” She gestures to the closed door at the back of the bunk area, and Steve flushes.

“Nope, this is perfect. I was in the army - this is downright grand compared to some of the places I’ve slept.”

Kassie rolls her eyes and turns to walk back to the couch. “If you insist.” She turns her head and winks at him over her shoulder. “Offer’s open if you change your mind, though.”

Steve simply yanks the curtain closed, shielding her view of the bunk area, and she suppresses a giggle. 

Of course Kassie thinks the man is dreamy - he’s a full foot taller than her, he’s absolutely ripped, and he’s got that whole righteous savior thing going on. But mostly, she’s just trying to mess with him. She can’t tell how much of his schoolboy persona is an act and how much is really him, and honestly it’s driving her nuts. 

So, Kassie’s plan is to flirt with him - make him blush, make him nervous - until she finds out. And if it leads to a hot rebound from her asshole ex in the process? Well, who would she be to deny America’s greatest hero?

[norelationtoatticus]

You'd Look Sweet In Lavender

By SquadOfCats

Relationships: Steve Rogers & Becca Barnes, background Steve/Bucky

Tags: 1940's, Lavender Marriage (or the proposition of it, anyway), Established Relationship Steve/Bucky, Asexual Character, Best Friend's Little Sister Trope (but in a queerplatonic way), Period Typical Sexism & Homophobia, Bittersweet

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 11,000

Summary: “When we take Bucky along with us on our honeymoon, though, that is going to raise some eyebrows.”

The night before he leaves on the Captain America USO tour, Steve stops in to say farewell to the Barnes family. Becca shares her brilliant plan for their future.

Steve Rogers Bingo Fill @steverogersbingo : Gender Inequality

Please enjoy this one-shot I wrote instead of the other two fics I am supposed to be writing. This is a post-serum 1940's conversation between Steve and Becca Barnes, and although they are talking about Bucky, he is not actually in it. This scene has been stuck in my head for ages. I've thought about turning it into a full fic with this premise, but I've never been able to come up with a plot that I like. Maybe some day! For now, I just needed to get it unstuck.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63548356

[izurusstuff]

“And oh! I know that you are feeling sad. I don't feel bad, cause even after 3 text messages, 4 missed calls… you still slept with my best friend.” (Steve’s Girlfriend [fem!reader] x Bucky Barnes)

⚠️ MINORS DNI!! ⚠️

message from izurusstuff: hello it is currently 1:30 in the morning (ok it was when i started but it’s been at least 16 hours) where i am and i’m having a bad crash out cuz im a history major and i have to analyze a primary source for a class i urgently need to graduate but my thesis keeps getting denied

this is literally my face rn because of it… so instead of making my eyeballs explode, i’m gonna flock to tumblr and write angst/smut of some of my fave marvel characters!!

summary: After Peggy Carter died, Steve Rogers has had an extremely rough time getting back into the dating scene. That was, until he met a translator at one of the UN meetings. Said translator (Y/N) and Steve have been together for a couple of years, but their relationship will definitely come crashing down once Y/N becomes a littleeee too friendly with Bucky Barnes.

warnings: this is smut. straight up sex. oh and there’s mentions of cheating bc the whole plot is that y/n cheats on steve with bucky. fem!reader. dni if you’re under 18 🤺🤺

On a list of things that were never supposed to happen, this was on the top of it. But that’s getting too far ahead.

Y/N had so many bullshit public appearances to keep up with because she was the girlfriend of Captain America. It’s like she had no true meaning to her persona anymore because everything had to be about Steve. How did his friends manage this?! Y/N would love to find that out.

Steve would always bring out his perfect little girlfriend and say how she inspired him— it wasn’t his fault things were like this, people just flocked to him because he was a hero and she had to just shut up and take it... everyone would always come up to Y/N and talk about how lucky she was to be Captain America’s girlfriend, and something just snapped in her one day when this happened. During that specific press tour, Y/N stomped off and began walking back to the Avengers compound. Was it a three hour drive? Yes. Did she care? No.

On her way back, she noticed a familiar face in a car at a stoplight— oh hey, it was Steve’s best friend, Bucky. Y/N wasn’t too close with him, but they had similar interests; Y/N was a Russian translator, and for a while, that’s the only language he was able to speak until he was able to recover from the brainwashing. So, they had a few interesting conversations that none of the Avengers could understand (except Natasha but she’s not a snitch).

Once he noticed her, Bucky rolled down his window, giving Y/N a soft smile.

“Snova brosayesh' Stiva?” (translation: ditching Steve again?)

“Da. Mne eto nadoyelo.” (translation: Yes. I’m tired of this.)

Bucky unlocked the car door, motioning for Y/N to hop in. She reluctantly took his offer and got in his passengers seat, looking around at the leather interior.

“Yeah. I love Steve, I really do. But it’s almost as if I get completely erased from the narrative when I’m with him.”

“RIGHT?! No one even cares to know anything about me! I-it’s just like I’m an extension of him!”

Y/N exclaimed, her fingernails diffing into the palm of her hand out of anger. God, being the girlfriend of Captain America fucking sucked. But Y/N felt terrible for thinking this way— she loved Steve. She truly, truly loved him. It was just hard to always be discarded just because you’re dating Captain fucking America… no one even knew your name aside from being “Mrs. Captain America.” Was it jealousy? Who knew.

“Yes, exactly. I’m dubbed as ‘Steve’s friend’ anywhere I go. Honestly, I’d rather be referred to as the Winter Soldier, because then at least people can acknowledge I’m seperate from him.”

Even though Y/N wasn’t extremely close with Bucky, she thought he was an interesting individual. Hell, he had a vibranium arm! His background goes crazy, and it was by far more interesting than Steve’s. Getting kidnapped by HYRDRA? Somehow getting reprogrammed to learn a completely different language? SOMEHOW CAN FEEL WITH HIS METAL ARM?? (yes this is actually canon to the MCU which still baffles me) He was a very unique person, and he deserved to be acknowledged as such.

“I personally think you’re more interesting.”

Bucky would’ve turned and looked at Y/N, but driving a car made it difficult to do. So he just smiled and holyshithisteethweresowhite— Y/N had to stop. He wasn’t her boyfriend, it was her boyfriend’s best friend. But he was so mesmerizing…

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After the long car ride where she talked nonstop with Bucky, they finally made it back to the Avengers compound. Bucky didn’t live there for obvious reasons, so he was originally going to leave once he made sure Y/N got inside okay.

“Hey… do you want to come in? You’ve been driving for so long, at least let me offer something to eat.”

Bucky shrugged and got out of the car. He was a bit hungry, so why not?

Y/N led him inside. Surprisingly, it was empty. Everyone must’ve been at Steve’s celebration. She wasn’t complaining though, she loved being there by herself. That also meant she could hang out with Bucky without having to answer to anyone.

“Here’s the kitchen. Help yourself! I uh… I’d offer to cook you something, but I kinda suck at it.”

Y/N murmured the last part, then trailed off to her room to change into comfier clothes. But she must not have closed the door all the way, because Bucky saw her get undressed through the crease in the door. He knew he shouldn’t watch her, but he was so mesmerized by her body. Wait, what was he thinking?! This is his best friend’s girlfriend! He had to turn away… he had to. But Y/N noticed him through the door crack. Fuck. She knew that door took extra work to close. She was about to cover herself in embarrassment, but the way Bucky looked at her… yeah… she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

Y/N walked to the door in her underwear, opening it a tad more. Bucky basically shoved it open once he was able to grasp Y/N’s face and pull her in for a kiss. They both knew it was fucked up, but they seemed to be the only people in the world to actually acknowledge each other outside of Steve Rogers.

Y/N and Bucky made their way to the bed, with Y/N pulling him on top of her. He was definitely so much different than Steve, and she loved it. Her hands ran through his hair while her legs wrapped around his muscular body... and boy. The pool that was already in her underwear grew even more.

Bucky could feel it too. His cheeks turned red as his eyes trailed down your half naked body. He really, really should stop now. But he didn’t want to, and by the looks of it, you didn’t either— so his lust got the better of him and he took off his shirt. Y/N’s eyes nearly exploded out of her head because dear LORD he was hot. His abs were so enunciated and toned and Y/N was able to see first hand just how cool the transition from the metal arm to Bucky’s body was.

Before Y/N could admire his entire body, Bucky moved from kissing her on the lips to kissing down her body, stopping when he reached her panty line. Y/N nodded at him in approval, then he slowly slid them down and kissed her soft, plush thighs. Y/N was trying her hardest not to crush him with her thighs out of reflex, but Bucky made it easier by firmly yet gently holding her thighs down. Yeah, Steve never did this… it was a new feeling for Y/N, but she loved it.

Then Y/N felt something metallic poke against her entrance— it was Bucky’s hand, pausing to wait for her consent.

“G-go ahead… d-do whatever you w-want to me…”

She murmured, which was followed by Bucky sticking a finger in. Y/N gasped, gripping the bedsheets underneath her while Bucky gave her a warm smile. Once he knew she could take it, Bucky added another finger and rhythmically pumped them into her… God, the moans she let out were so heavenly.

After a couple of moments, Y/N reached down to Bucky’s bulge, hinting that she definitely wanted more. He raised an eyebrow but complied, taking his pants off and lining up his length with Y/N’s hole. She was growing more and more desperate, so she forced himself onto his massive length with a huge gasp. It felt like she was being split open, but it felt so good. Y/N looked back up at Bucky with a sultry stare, signaling for him to thrust. Obviously, he got the gist and began slowly doing her. Ugh. If she wanted vanilla, she would’ve fucked Steve.

“Harder~!”

Y/N demanded. Her wish was granted— Bucky began thirsting into her like his life depended on it. He did feel a little bad though because he could feel her wince on his dick.

“You alright, doll?”

Bucky asked. He was unphased, but not because he wasn’t into it. He was just use to more… vigorous… activities, being a supersoldier and all.

“Yes! Fuck, yes!”

She exclaimed, guiding herself up and down his length while he pounded into her. God, he was so deep that she could feel him in her stomach.

“F-fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!”

Y/N exclaimed. Oh boy, was this fun…

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Meanwhile, the main six Avengers were out to celebrate Steve’s press tour. Poor Steve was worried relentlessly about his love, not realizing she was preoccupied with other activities. Tony was trying to distract him, so he didn’t really pay attention to the fact his phone has been going off regarding an ‘intruder’ at the Avengers compound. When Tony finally decided to check out the cameras, he nearly spit out his drink. Y/N’s moans were echoing throughout the floor in the video. Fuck. He had to explain what was happening.

“Uh… Cap… you may wanna see this.”

[vilentia]

Falling Together (Part One)

Steve Rogers x reader

Part Two ->

Y/N Y/L/N stood at the foot of the Avengers Compound, her fingers clutching the strap of her satchel as she tilted her head back to take in the sight of it. The building was enormous, sleek, and modern, its glass façade gleaming under the late morning sun. Somewhere inside that fortress of technology and heroics was Tony Stark—her new boss, self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist. The compound was tucked away in upstate New York, surrounded by rolling green hills and dense forest. It looked nothing like the offices and lecture halls she had grown used to in Boston. A light wind ruffled her hair as she took a deep breath, trying to steady the slight tremor in her hands. It wasn’t every day you started a job working for the most famous team of superheroes in the world. Inside, the compound was even more impressive. The sleek design extended into the cavernous lobby, where polished floors reflected the sunlight streaming in through floor-to-ceiling windows. The hum of unseen machinery vibrated faintly beneath her feet, and the air was cool and faintly metallic, like stepping into the future. “Miss Y/L/N?”

Y/N turned to see a man in a neatly pressed suit approaching. He had the air of someone who could command a room without raising his voice. “I’m Happy Hogan,” he said, extending a hand. “Tony asked me to show you around. Welcome to the Compound.” “Thank you,” Y/N said, shaking his hand firmly. She didn’t want to seem nervous, even though her stomach was twisting itself into knots. Happy led her through a maze of corridors, each more futuristic than the last. Glass panels in the walls occasionally revealed glimpses of labs filled with glowing equipment, rows of computers, and the occasional blur of someone in a lab coat rushing by. “You’ll be working directly with Mr. Stark,” Happy explained as they walked. “He’s…unique, let’s put it that way. Keeps things exciting.” Y/N smiled, trying to hide her apprehension. “I’ll do my best to keep up.” Happy grinned. “Good luck with that.” The tour ended in an expansive common area that felt more like a high-end lounge than the headquarters of Earth’s mightiest heroes. Plush sofas were arranged around a massive screen on one wall, and a sleek kitchen with gleaming appliances occupied one corner. A balcony overlooked the sprawling grounds outside. Y/N’s eyes swept the room, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. Steve Rogers was sitting at the far end of the room, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he read from a tablet. Even seated, he exuded a quiet strength that was impossible to ignore. He looked up as they entered, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers for a brief moment. Happy waved a hand in Steve’s direction. “That’s Captain America. He’s usually around if you need anything. Good guy, but don’t expect him to loosen up too much.” Y/N nodded, forcing herself to look away. She’d seen photos of him, of course—who hadn’t? But in person, he seemed larger than life. There was something about the way he carried himself, as though the weight of the world rested on his shoulders, and yet he bore it without complaint. “Welcome,” Steve said, his voice calm and steady. “Thank you,” Y/N managed, her voice betraying none of the butterflies in her stomach. Happy clapped his hands together. “All right, let’s get you settled in. Stark’s expecting you in the lab.”

Tony Stark turned out to be exactly as chaotic as Y/N had expected, though in a way that was almost endearing. He talked a mile a minute, his hands constantly in motion as he rattled off instructions, ideas, and the occasional sarcastic comment. “You’re my buffer now,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “When Fury calls, you answer. When Bruce needs a break, you tell him. And if Rogers starts complaining about outdated tech again, you let me know so I can conveniently disappear.” Y/N’s lips twitched into a smile. “Got it.” “And don’t let anyone fool you—this place looks like it runs smoothly, but it’s held together with duct tape and sheer willpower. You’re here to make sure it doesn’t all fall apart. No pressure.” “No pressure,” she repeated, hiding her nerves behind a confident smile. As the days turned into weeks, Y/N threw herself into her work with the determination that had earned her the job in the first place. She quickly became indispensable, organizing schedules, mediating conflicts, and learning to anticipate Tony’s needs before he voiced them. It wasn’t long before the other Avengers started to notice her, too. Natasha Romanoff was the first to comment on how smoothly things were running, while Bruce Banner quietly expressed his gratitude for the snacks Y/N kept stocked in the lab. Even Sam Wilson, ever the jokester, admitted she was a “solid addition to the team.” But it was Steve Rogers who intrigued her the most.

Y/N’s first real conversation with Steve happened by chance. She was in the kitchen late one evening, reheating leftovers after a long day. The compound was quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by a peaceful stillness. She was startled when Steve walked in, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, a towel slung over his shoulder. His hair was damp, and he looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. “Sorry,” he said, pausing when he saw her. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You’re not,” she said quickly, stepping aside to make room. “Just grabbing a late dinner.” He nodded and moved to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. For a moment, the only sound was the hum of the microwave. “You’re Stark’s new assistant, right?” Steve asked, breaking the silence. “That’s me,” Y/N said, turning to face him. “Y/N Y/L/N.” “Steve Rogers,” he said, offering a small smile. “I know,” she replied, her own smile soft but genuine. “Hard not to.” Steve chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Fair enough. How are you settling in?” “It’s…a lot,” she admitted. “But I like it. Everyone’s been welcoming.” “That’s good to hear,” he said. “This place can be overwhelming at first, but it grows on you.” The microwave beeped, and Y/N retrieved her plate, feeling slightly self-conscious under his steady gaze. “Well, I should let you eat,” Steve said, stepping back toward the door. “You don’t have to go,” she said before she could stop herself. “I mean, if you’re hungry or something…” Steve hesitated, then nodded. “Thanks.” He grabbed an apple from the counter and joined her at the small table. They talked for over an hour, their conversation flowing easily despite the late hour. Y/N found herself laughing at his dry humor and sharing more about herself than she’d intended. Steve, for his part, was struck by how grounded she seemed. She wasn’t awed by his reputation or trying to impress him. She was just…herself. When they finally parted ways, Steve found himself smiling as he headed back to his room. There was something about Y/N Y/L/N that he couldn’t quite put into words.

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